King David Bloodline Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Kane bloodline had been erased long ago, wiped from history so completely that even its name had become forbidden. I slowly lifted my eyes from Lucian’s message to Orion. “No,” I said. “That line is gone.” “Then someone is bringing it back.” The voice came from behind us. We turned. Kade stood at the end of the corridor. He laughed softly, but there was no humor in it this time. “Or someone is using it as a weapon.” His eyes settled on me. “Your son is not simply being targeted, Lord Drake. He is being hunted for your sins.”

Carter trails off, his eyes widening. "The matter is highly personal to the Keep," David cuts him off fiercely, his fangs baring slightly. "We require this bloodline lineage hidden from the council elders' eyes." "Understood, sire. Then it appears this rare wildland male is the entity requiring the deep DNA testing," Carter says, stepping toward me with an open hand. "Let your claws surrender a fresh strand of your own hair to my pouch, youth."

The King leaned back. “That aside,” he said, voice now heavy with authority, “I am disappointed in all of you. Tonight was meant to unite the packs under the Moonspire initiative. Instead, you turned it into a public challenge for dominance.” His gaze swung to Damon. “You may support Lyra and her children,” Alaric said. “But they will never be recognized as royal blood.” Damon flinched. “A royal heir must be born within an acknowledged bond,” the King continued. “Even if you were to claim Lyra now, those children would not carry the Crown mark.”

Silver Kings. The words echoed in her mind, a title from Dante’s lessons. Not fairy-tale monarchs, but the surviving heads of the original, pre-fragmentation royal lines. The arbiters. The historians. The judges of blood and worth. “They’re evaluating you,” Dante said, his lips barely moving. He handed her a flute of champagne she didn’t want. “Not as my protégé. Not even as a brilliant biochemist. They are measuring the daughter of the Last King against the prophecy you embody.”

In our vampire world, inheritance is governed by Blood Oath Succession. Only those acknowledged by the head of the House may inherit. Since my son was denied recognition by the Brown family— He would return with me to House Sterling. And become the future Vampire King.

His father, King Theron Dravenhart, had been very clear about that. "You will go alone," the King had said three days ago, standing before the fireplace in his private study, backlit like a figure from a nightmare. "No guards. No witnesses. This is a matter of bloodline security, Kael. The girl is *latent*—a wolf who never shifted, who never will shift. But her *name*..." The King's jaw had tightened, the muscles working beneath his silver-threaded beard. "Her bloodline is a threat to the stability of this kingdom. You understand what must be done."

(Nick POV) I am the alpha king. I have been in this role for almost a year. I was born into the position, but I did not inherit it from my father. At least not directly. The alpha king has come from my father’s bloodline for over 300 years. A male from each generation will inherit the title, but it can be any male from any arm of the family tree. The Moon Goddess designates her choice of king using a crescent shaped birthmark and crown on the right shoulder, which appears along with new king’s wolf on his 14th birthday.

His eyes, those beautiful, golden Alpha eyes, were now a terrifying, solid violet. “The Nightshade lineage was always a hybrid,” King Valerius called down from the balcony, his voice smooth and triumphant. “Why do you think your father was so successful, Killian? Because he carried the Royal dormant gene. You weren't just an Alpha, you were a backup. A vessel for the Crown's consciousness if the bloodline ever grew too thin.” "Hey look at me! Killian, look at me!” Faith screamed, grabbing his face. “This isn't you! Don't let him in!”

As for the family, you're bred to carry on the royal lineage. We are a direct descendant of Tyrian Lycanus, the first Lycan king. It's in your blood to breed the Lycan line. You may not be immediately wanting it, but subconsciously you do and that's why what she said upset you. Damn it, Dixon. I don't have time for your shit right now. I have to figure out how to stop these witches. I get it Damon, I do. I need you to listen to me though, because I'm about to tell you something completely out of my character.