Hitler's Bloodline Novels & Stories

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

It didn’t even start with our parents. The records went further, decades further, showing people who looked like us, people who had facial similarities to us. This place had entire bloodlines mapped out like blueprints. It showed generations observed and catalogued like subjects, like parts of a project waiting for the right combination, the right era, the right moment. This wasn’t the rise of a villain. This wasn’t random. This was a bloodline strategy. It was something designed long before we ever breathed. A long game that had been waiting for us since before our parents met, way before our grandparents even came into existence.

He knows the truth. He knows I killed his mother. And I know exactly where he’ll take me—probably the same place where Ingrid is held captive. I feel ecstasy. I invested my whole life in this. Very unhinged of me, yes. The last living tether to both Grey and Bishop bloodlines—not totally, especially when they’re both adopted after all. He won’t kill me right away. Jace is smarter than that. He’ll want me to watch everything crumble. My protected Bishop crown.

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.

"I beg your pardon, Director Astrid. I am trying to comprehend each word that you are saying. I---" "Venus, I know you have a lot of questions on your mind. Blanche never lies when she tells you whatever story it is. She never remembered me after we lost her mother, my wife, and her biological father. It was twenty years ago since then, I don't even know if her memories about me will still return. She only sees me as her mother's best friend," Astrid clarifies that it's as if the director can see what is going on in her mind right now. "As for the bloodline," the Director takes another deep breath. "I am from the bloodline of killers and assassins. We were born to kill, we are paid to kill.

Lorenzo looked up at me. "Tell him," I urged quietly. Lorenzo looked at Killian steadily. "Jordan's father's bloodline," he disclosed carefully. "The Anchor combination. Your parents documented it as coming from his maternal line. Three generations back." He paused. "But this page documents the paternal line separately." He held Killian's gaze. "Your father's paternal bloodline traces back to the same origin point as this pack's founding line Killian." Killian stared at him. "What does that mean?" he questioned carefully.

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

“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.

“So you have no idea of your family line or your medical history.” “No,” I tell him. He stroked his chin with his fingers. “My latest research involves omega bloodlines. Oftentimes the title is passed down, but I wonder if there is merit to that, or if it is simply the way things are done. If you would permit me, I would like to help you look into your background.”

DIdn’t that mean he inherited the berserking blood from his mother? Tyr did not go berserk just once, and every time he went berserk, it was as if he had injected himself with the Red Spider, which was also the same symptoms as his mother twenty years ago. For a moment, Tyr could only feel that his head was in a mess. He had always thought that the blood in his body was related to the Red Spider. Where exactly did this Red Spider come from? The rumor had it that it came from the Imperial Capital Royal Family, then did that mean he and his mother were related to the emperor?