Hitler's Bloodline Novels & Stories

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

The blood hit the table like a thunderclap. “Because I’m the last De Rossi who bleeds true.” Silence. Then one by one, they stood. Knives drawn. And placed over their hearts. A vow of old. “C’è guerra. Per il sangue. Per la stirpe. Per il fuoco.” (There is war. For the blood. For the line. For the fire.) The De Rossi old guard had returned. Giovanni had no idea what was coming. ~~~~~~~~~~ Giovanni watched from his marble tower as the lab prepped the serum. Every vial was laced with Aria’s bloodline. Every code broken by the descendants of Nazi doctors once hidden in Swiss caves.

Her womb and the seed of the strong Hybrid: son of your son, the crown prince, and of Romeo, the heir of the Vampires. - I'm confused. Why does it have to be like this, and how does the witch have my mate's blood? - Like your mate, she is a direct descendant of Lycaon. Witch, chosen one, royal blood, all connected to each other and so far apart. - No matter what happens, does everything revolve around three families?

Dad was giving me so much at once. "OK, is there anything else I should know about Gideon and his family?" I honestly didn't know if I could take any more reveals, but I had to ask. "Not that I am aware of. I know the Alois bloodline is also incredibly old, but it's not as pure as ours. So if there are any secrets, he will have to tell you I do not know." He leans back on the sofa, relaxing a bit. It's so much to process. "What about our wolf spirit? What does this sacred bloodline mean for them?" I was hoping to get some insight on if we could fix Inari's ability to shift.

“The dust reacted to you because it recognizes your blood, not your loyalty, not your courage. Your lineage.” “My… lineage?” "Yes" “You are not what they named you, Ivy. Not a forgotten omega, not an accident of the pack.” His voice dropped. “You carry a highly royal blood — Moon-Weaver blood. The last living line.” The room seemed to tilt after all. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “My mother was—” “Your mother was murdered,” he said, softer. “By a raid meant to erase her. To erase you and anything that has connection to your family's bloodline .”

"It appears so." I frowned. "But how? I don't recall doing something extraordinary before the attack." "Maybe that vampire tracked your bloodline," he replied calmly. A sound of frustration left my throat. "Then why did he kill my parents? One of them must have been special somehow, right?" Ash put away the towel and stroked my damp hair with his hand. "Some treats manifest themselves every second or even third generation. The vampire could have observed your family for decades just to find you."

"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

How he survived by consuming blood of lineages. How Valentina drank his blood as a child. How she inherited something worse than immortality- The hunger for control. The thirst for dominance. And the ability to twist human souls into weapons. And worst of all… Her obsession with the progenitor line. Vlad’s descendants. My fingers froze on a paragraph: “A child born of Vlad’s last surviving blood will wield power enough to free me from this curse.” Vlad. Vlad the Impaler. The original. The true father of the Vampyre bloodline.

"Vivienne Cruz is a name we will deal with later. Right now, there is something more dangerous." "More dangerous than a mother trying to kill her child?" I asked. "Yes," Harrison said. He pointed to the gold scroll. "I’ve been tracking the Council’s lineage charts. They’ve been obsessed with your bloodline since before you were born. They didn't purge the Cruz family because of a rebellion. They purged them because of a prophecy." I leaned over the desk. The gold felt cold, radiating a hum that vibrated in my teeth. I traced a line of script that looked like a series of jagged mountain peaks. "I can't read this."

“They carry the blood of the man who murdered your parents. I am simply finishing what should have been done long ago.” I staggered back. “You’ve lost your mind. They were servants. They had nothing to do with my family’s death.” His expression didn’t waver. “Their bloodline should have died with Ronan. This is what your father would have wanted.” I stared at him, my stomach hollowing out. “You are sick,” I whispered. “You are slaughtering innocent people. This is murder. Genocide.” “It’s for the good of the pack,” he said simply.