House Of Dragons Bloodline Novels & Stories

"I am just one girl. How can a soul be divided?" ​"The Priestess called you the anchor," Lysander said, his gaze narrowing as he studied her features. "The Vaelcrest line was supposed to be extinct. They were the original bloodline that bound the high kingdoms together before the Ashthorne family took the throne by force. If you carry their blood... you aren't a mutation, little bird. You are the key to reversing the erasure." ​Before Seraphina could process his words, a strange, rhythmic throbbing began against her collarbone.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

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.

“Tobias Viremont, third ruler of the Outlands. Cast out and yet crowned by what survived him. Half phantom wolf. Half dragon. A half-breed in a land where blood is counted like law and inheritance like war. He built a kingdom from nothing when both sides of his birth tried to make nothing of him. There was no mercy in the making of him, and perhaps that is why he grew into something so difficult to break. The other two dragons are his half-brothers. Remember that, daughter. It matters. If you see their shadows in the future, know that they do not stand apart from your blood entirely, though they would never call you kin with kindness. Their father’s blood runs through all of them. Tobias’s m

“Or perhaps… a warden, and afterwards she refined them.” A chill moved down my spine. “Refined from what?” I asked quietly. Cian’s gaze flicked to the window, where pale daylight filtered through. “Something older. Wilder. Unstructured.” My heart beat harder, “The Lost Bloodline.” His silence was enough confirmation. “In the fragments that survived,” he continued carefully, “there are references to cycles, to an age before the Moon’s dominion, when power was not centralized.” “Centralized?” I echoed.

Even Rhyden looked away, as if he didn’t want to witness what was coming. Darius stared at her for a long moment. His jaw worked, his nostrils flaring as he fought with himself. Then, finally, he exhaled. “There are stories,” he admitted, voice low. “Old ones. Pack legends. Things my father warned me about.” Seraphina’s heart pounded. “What stories?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “About a bloodline that doesn’t belong to any one pack. A bloodline that can shift the balance of the entire kingdom.”

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked on Evelyn the moment she entered. “You came,” Ava said, her voice a soft murmur but filled with weight. “Good. Time is slipping, and you can’t waste it anymore.” Evelyn swallowed, stepping closer. “I… I need to know. Everything. Why the note, the warnings… why me?” Ava’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second. “Because you carry the bloodline. Because the academy knows, and it’s waking. It will test you, mold you, push you—sometimes through fire, sometimes through betrayal. But you, Evelyn… you are its center.”

Kaidan asked, pointing towards Julianne who was still wrapped in Cassian’s arm. The boy was taken by surprise at his gut and he asked, “Excuse me, who are you again?” “Kaidan Stormveil,” he answered and added, “a dragonborn.” The wolves looked at each other and they remembered the fire immediately. “T-That was you?” the boy asked, obviously shocked. “I didn’t know we had someone like that here.” “Right?” Kaidan said. “It must probably be because my powers never came to light until I came in close contact with Julianne.”