Hitler Bloodline Novels & Stories

"It's a bit of a story — why we're mated." "It is? There's a reason?" "My dad told me our Alpha Bloodline began with Dr. Norwood's wife. She was the daughter of an Alpha — whose pack is now extinct — but she fell in love with a human, Dr. Norwood, before he came to Black Lake and worked in the lab here. She rejected her Goddess-given mate for a human, and so the bloodline she created with Dr. Norwood was supposedly cursed. Her sons and the sons of her sons were fated to humans." Harvey clears his throat. "Whether or not there is a curse hasn't changed the fact that every man in our bloodline has been mated to a human."

"I can't believe I once trusted you. I can't believe I let you use me. I can't believe that you made a fool out of me when all I did to you all of these years was carry you along. Even if you wanted to exert your revenge, why did I have to be a victim as well?" He spits out blood from his mouth as he says, "Aren't you a Reinhard? The bloodline runs deep in you and that means that I have to destroy everything that has to do with that bloodline." I think through everything he uttered, trying to justify his actions from that. However, no form of justification came from there and the only thing I felt was just confusion. Yes, my father did something wrong. He destroyed a pack. Although it wasn't

“You think she believes it? “She doesn’t need to believe it,” I reply. “She just needs us to.” Mateo walks in then, holding a tablet. “I found something. The inscription—‘When blood betrays blood’—it’s not new. It’s from the Codex Sangue. A prophecy written by the Vatican centuries ago. It warns of a bloodline cursed by its own union.” I meet his eyes. “Whose bloodline?” He hesitates. “The Moretti lineage.”

The expression was professional, measured, and underneath both of those things, serious in a specific way. "The counter-ritual," he said carefully. "The archive you located, it described it in some detail. A bloodline anchor. Someone carrying the original commissioning lineage." He paused. "Given what we now know about who commissioned the Hunters, that bloodline…" "Is mine," I said. "Yes."

He turned to face her fully, and she felt the shift in the quality of his attention — from the broad, ambient observation of before to something focused and deliberate. 'Your blood,' he said. She held very still. 'In the gully. When I came to you.' He held her gaze with the particular steadiness of someone delivering information that has been carefully verified. 'Your blood has a signature I have not encountered except in historical records. Old records. Records describing a bloodline that was believed to have ended three centuries ago.' Serena heard her own breathing. 'That's not possible,' she said. 'My father was a pack warrior. My mother left when I was an infant. I have no lineage docum

Hitler nodded slowly. "So what do you want me to do now?" Hitler asked. Jake stopped and Hitler did too. Both men stood facing each other. Jake looked into Hitler's dark eyes to show how serious he was and the man looked into him too. "I want to kill Fay too. I have to avenge my father." Jake said, firmly. Hitler did not respond. The man stood there, looked at Jake for a while and walked away. Jake followed behind. "I beg of you, Hitler." Jake pleaded behind the man.

Once it had been confirmed that Connie and Hilda's mother were the same person, all of the secrets seemed to unravel itself gradually. The mixed blood girl that her grandfather brought home in the past was Beyoncé, the daughter of the ex family head of Jordan Group. Hence, Hilda like her mother had both the blood of the Jordan and Sanchez Families running in her veins. The Jordan's were truly akin to a large and dark dragon that had been hiding on the lands of Northern Europe for the past 900 years. They placed excessive amounts of emphasis on the bloodline of their family, and they utterly rejected the idea of having their blood mixing with that of others.

“Take this blood sample. I want to test this sample and have it compared to all royal house lineages. If there’s a match, I want to know about it immediately. Do I make myself clear? Focus on the Van Der Naught bloodline.” “Your eminence, that bloodline ended…” Franco summoned the head expert who recorded and verified the lineages of the Vampiric Empire and its families.

Isaiah replied and clicked his tongue. "I hate when you do that. Anyway," he looked at the doctors. "Do not think about the Halls. No one with that special blood exist again. Things have changed. Everyone from that lineage are dead. Remember they killed them all during the war? The enemies saw them as a threat." The doctor who had spoken up shook his head. "You are correct and wrong at the same time, doctor Asher. In fact, there is one more member of these family that still has this special blood flowing through her vein."

Charlie repeated and asked curiously, “What is your bloodline?” The man hurriedly said, “Special Envoy Master, it is difficult to verify my bloodline. As far as I know, I have Oskian, Japanese, British, German, Russian, and several South American blood. My earliest ancestors were Oskians, but since a hundred years ago, many other races had been added to the dead soldiers, so the bloodlines became more and more confusing.” Charlie was secretly surprised. It seemed that the bloodline of these dead soldiers had diversified after so many years of development.