Hitler's Bloodline Novels & Stories

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

( Adamson asked for my inclusive attention) So, I sat back down and he proceeds discussing again. "Master Chris, I know you must've been shocked after hearing the truth and I don't blame you, but please, it's isn't a joke, you're a woods blood, and I got to know about your existence at master Leonardo's press conference, his oblivious to the fact that the boy he adopted is his son, his very own blood". " how!!! Please tell me how you found out?". ( I got a question out to the open, Adamson takes a time off and tell on the left truth to know, he says and I quote) "I know because, I was the person Mrs jane instructed to steal and kill you after you were born".

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

"It means there are things your mother has kept from you, Serena. Things about who your father really was. Where he came from. What blood runs through your veins?" I shake my head. The room feels like it's spinning. "No. My dad was just, he was normal. He was kind. He taught me to ride a bike. He burned pancakes every Sunday morning. He wasn't." "He was the last living heir of the Silverborne bloodline." The name hits me like a physical blow. Silverborne. Even I know that name. Every wolf does. The original founding family of the Silver Crest Pack. The bloodline that built everything before it supposedly died out generations ago.

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.

"The founding bloodline. The one every other Lunare line traces back to." "Yes," she says. "Eight generations of documented succession. Your mother was the direct matrilineal heir of the founding Lunare family." She pauses. "Which makes you the same." I look at the page. The founding bloodline. The original source. Not just a woman who could carry wolf pregnancies and read rooms and sense what people carried underneath their surfaces. The woman whose bloodline those abilities came from originally. The root of the whole thing. "And my daughter," I say.

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."

"Do you know whose descendant she is? Her ancestor killed seventeen of our kin. Hunter's blood runs in her veins. You keep her, and you betray the whole bloodline." Lucian stood in the center of the hall in that black tailcoat, the silver crest at his collar catching the candlelight. His back was very straight, his voice low but every word clear. "I know who she is. I know what runs in her blood. But she's mine." "Yours?" the Second Elder sneered. "A hunter? A hunter her own family threw at us like garbage? You think you're worthy of the Karstein bloodline?" "Take that back." Lucian's voice dropped, and the temperature in the hall fell several degrees all at once. That was the pressure of hi

Adam quickly volunteered to remove the covers. Pictures after pictures. Portraits, paintings, antiques, and expensive items were revealed. Luthor stared at the portraits on the wall. The latest generation has two heads of the family. One is where Hector descended. The other has an odd lineage, it's where he belongs. Only two people were listed. His late father and his mother were included by marriage. "I'm sorry, sir. Can I ask where is the photo?" Luthor respectfully inquired with his strong accent. He pointed to the blank space beside Alexander Drax. Adam was also curious about that space. Two lineages and yet only one has the mainline.

I said in a raspy voice. Greta gave a nod. “Rumors are circulating. mainly whispers. There was just one family that long before the council was established. The First House, the creators of all things. Their lineage was exterminated. Or so the belief was and some think that The Bloody Vultures came out from them.” Julio got up slowly. “So, Abraham Moretti is from that lineage, no wonder he is daring.” I looked up at him. “So what now?” “We wait and then we find who your real father is “