Inglewood Family Bloods Novels & Stories

He motions for me to approach him. “It’s nice to see you again, Vilma. Gio.” I shake their hands, noticing that Gio’s handshake grip seems too tight and uncomfortable. It feels like he was imagining squeezing me neck. “Cillian, you know that Vilma Wolfgang Medici’s family are our allies Even though they are members of the wolf blood council, and are blood relatives of our nemesis, the Blutschild Pack in Devil’s Elbow. They are long-time family friends.” My dad always makes it look like I don’t know what’s going on.

welcome every day. Because I was going to do something that no one did before. I walked through the red carpet from the corridor to the main hall where my mother and father were seated on a throne of Golds and diamonds. Almost every sculpture and design were made of gold, silver, diamonds. We were rich among all Vampire's Clan. And the strongest too. My great-grandfathers had left enough richness and reputation for our family and clan. My father double clapped and the servants brought the glasses full of blood from to me and my parents... It had to be who needs to come to father but instead, father stepped towards me, grabbing the silver glass filled with blood.

“Only two years? Is that really enough to erase ten years of influence? “What if she is pretending? “The Lawson family is rich. Anyone would be willing to act if it meant inheriting all that money. “What if she comes back and tries to get rid of me? “I am the outsider here.” Mom thought Sheila had a point. “Maybe we should test her for another six months,” she suggested. “Time reveals a person’s true character. “One day you will help manage the family’s assets. There is nothing wrong with being extra cautious about a new family member.”

"I think it's about the Order too. Why they wanted them destroyed, or saved, I can't tell which yet. Maybe both, depending on who was doing the telling." A low sound came from Lena's uncle's throat, something close to fear, the kind of noise a person makes when a secret they've guarded their whole life suddenly has nowhere left to hide. "The Order," he repeated, voice barely above a breath. "You know about them?" "I know they hunted my mother's family. Killed everyone who carried the Silverwood blood, one by one, until there was almost no one left." I held his gaze, refusing to look away even though something in his expression made me want to. "And I know they're still hunting. I've felt it

They’re rot wrapped in designer silk. I’m a victim. My grandfather was one of the innocents gunned down by their order—no trial, no proof. Just a name, an address, and a bullet. Accused of being part of some underground drug ring in downtown. They painted him as scum. But he wasn’t. We weren’t. My family’s fortune didn’t come from drugs. It came from concrete. Buildings. Real estate. My bloodline has been in the business for decades. We built cities, not cartels. We didn’t touch anything illegal.

He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!" He played the voice messages one by one. "Take this ten thousand. Your sister's husband was weak, so don't blame me that he's dead. And I guess your nephew was doomed to die early. "I just got this Porsche, and you lot made it dirty! You should be lucky I'm not asking for compensation "If you wanna make this ugly, bring it on. My family runs Lincoln Enterprise—do you think I'm scared of you nobodies?" Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing.

My own forgotten past, the whispers of the moon, the presence of Maledicta, the voice of the phoenix, and the lingering gaze of the Forgotten King. Then it hit me. “Truth,” I said aloud. The wind ceased. The cloaked figure stepped back. A light burst from its body, and for a moment, I could see its face mine. It was me. And just before the vision faded, she whispered, “You were never just human, Emily. You are the child of the moon and the forgotten. A bridge between light and shadow. The last of the Old Blood.” Then the third trial began. A scream tore through the air. My heart dropped.

“And who you might become. Dorian’s tenure is ending and if you are to be selected, Lucien, we might have a problem on our hands with anomalous persons. I want to know that you will make the right call regarding these creatures.” “What’s the right call?” Eirene asked, earning a snicker from Raoul. “Watch her tomorrow. If she’s nothing, we move on. But if she’s something…” Isolde nodded coldly. “Then she must be archived before she becomes a real threat. That is how we protect our bloodlines, Lucien.” Lucien’s jaw tightened but he nodded. “Understood.”

It was after Dad went insane that things started to go downhill - and he’d been insane since I was born. After Markus Irwin was executed for killing the beta of the pack, it was Grace Irwin - my sister - who killed her mate almost the same day she had a baby with him. What a shock it had been for the pack warriors to show up on our doorstep again. We thought something bad had happened to someone we loved, not that we were the ones in trouble for Grace’s wrong-doing. They thought we had something to do with the murders, and whilst that would be reasonable in any other family, my mother and I were broken enough having two conspirators.