King David Bloodline Novels & Stories

“He’s my son. I can’t do that… even if she deserves it. He isn’t comfortable with me yet. He hid behind her like I was a monster.” “How do you even know he’s really your son?” Kyle asked. “Are you just going to take Miss Elara’s word for it?” “I saw it for myself,” I said. “The royal sigil appeared on him… the one recorded in the royal bloodline. His eyes turned gold, and the power that flared out of him… it’s too much for a five-year-old. I don’t understand how he became like that.” “Woah… powers? That’s crazy… and awesome,” Kyle muttered.

"The man who briefed me said no claim to the united throne can be legally recognized without blood from all three founding lines present and willing. Not symbolic. Not political theater. An actual legal requirement, binding under whatever old law still technically governs succession disputes." My pulse quickened. "Northridge. That's my father's line." "That's what he said. And Ashgrove, obviously, given who's paying for this." The hunter swallowed hard. "Which means the royal line alone, Ashgrove alone, none of it matters without you specifically. You're the only living person carrying confirmed blood from more than one of the three founding houses. Northridge through your father, and someth

“it doesn’t work like that, it's not a county that they can choose a governor. This is a community, a bloodline of wolves tied to you, boys. You are the next in line, to lead. The humans and their governor recognize you as the leader of the wolf tribe. “it is what it is.” “I can't emphasize enough how that doesn't fascinate me,” Landon says from his seat. “it is not there or fascination. You should honor your calling. It is all tied to your bond. Storm, my grandchild is a royal in our bloodline. The very bloodline your fathers have been hunting down and killing off to get their mystical treasures.” That causes silence. “he hunted one bloodline all along?” I ask confused. “yes, our bloodline,

“Don’t worry about it, son. Claire will be mine. It won’t be like it was with her mother.” He sipped the contents of his glass without a care in the world. “I won’t let her get away. And besides…” A nefarious smile crossed his features as he gazed into the glass deliberately. “The hunter bloodline is strong within her. Even stronger than it was with her mother. But there is one significant difference.” Griffin stepped towards his father to kneel in front of him. Curious, he asked, “And that difference is?” The dragon king finished the last of his whiskey and smiled into the flames. “She will prove to be most useful when she becomes my queen.” ** The End **

he said, and I looked into his eyes. It was true... the Pendragon and the Dragnoirs were the two ancient royal bloodlines. The fact that Adam was the one who inherited a title doesn't mean that he doesn't have royal blood in his veins. "So the dream is a military career and a mate," I recap, and he chuckled.

He crouched down beside me uninvited, his elbows on his knees. "I don't think I did," he said. I yanked the weed free with more force than necessary and tossed it aside. "Elijah—" "The King never picks a breeder," he cut in, leaning in slightly, "yet he picked you. So don't give me that, Five." I said nothing. Because the King didn't pick me for being special. He picked me because in his eyes, I was his—his property. I was here to be bred and to obey mindlessly, or the people around me suffer.

He would much prefer if they looked like Amethyst whose enchanting beauty was like no other he had seen before. Everyone at the table, flinched. Such a sigh was devastating for the king's unmatched interest could endanger the continuation of the High Vampire bloodline. "Then, how about we invite all 20 of these candidates to the palace?" asked another minister, who didn't want the royal bloodline to go extinct. "Yes, yes, we can set up a garden party where the king will meet them face to face and get to know each of them even better. How's that idea?" asked another one of them, supporting the first minister.

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.”