King David Bloodline Novels & Stories

Cain caught it immediately and gave a slight nod toward Rett, silently urging him to continue. “For generations, these Lycans have been passed down, each ruler of the Kingsley line chosen not by merit, but because of that cursed bloodline. Do you not see? It’s time we end this tradition. The throne should not belong to the Kingsleys alone. They have reigned for eternity because of that damn Lunaris Dominion blood!” Rett spat, his words like venom.

Lorenzo looked up at me. "Tell him," I urged quietly. Lorenzo looked at Killian steadily. "Jordan's father's bloodline," he disclosed carefully. "The Anchor combination. Your parents documented it as coming from his maternal line. Three generations back." He paused. "But this page documents the paternal line separately." He held Killian's gaze. "Your father's paternal bloodline traces back to the same origin point as this pack's founding line Killian." Killian stared at him. "What does that mean?" he questioned carefully.

Ryosuke said. Kurai didn't react verbally but his expression shows some doubt. "The other thing is that the Red Dragon bloodline doesn't have a japanese branch." He said. "We know. Kurai is descended from an extinct korean line." Both Ryosuke and Kazuha shrugged. "Never heard of it but one of the members traced his father's entire geneology. There is no foreign blood in him. He's not even from the Inverse." "Wait, that means he got his bloodline from his mom." Cai Kang said.

I chuckled, wiping my face again. He smiled. “Sorry, your identity as Princess died with your parents. There have been two other Kings after them and they died as well. I realized that if I didn’t want to follow suit, then I needed a powerful heir to secure the throne. That is where you come in, Amelia.” I creased my brows, confused with his words. “Sorry… what?” I muttered.

Dad nodded his head and turned towards the beach then let out a heavy sigh before telling me the matter. “Beatrix has Royal blood running in her body as she is the daughter of the late Alpha King Dominic Knight and Queen Luna Anastasia Knight. To become the King Alpha Davis attacked the Royal palace and killed everyone in the royal palace. And even high-rank pack members. Alpha Davis, I, and Alpha King Dominic were best friends. My pack wasn't this powerful at that time. When I got to know Davis had backstabbed our friend it was too late. He went there with his family to see his daughter and gave their bleeding to the newborn baby. Dominic never thought his best friend would do such a thing.

"Your Majesty, you can't!" Damien dropped to his knees. "Father, give me another chance to prove myself!" "A chance?" the King sneered. "I gave you more than enough chances. This kingdom needs a real heir. A capable one." Just then, a High Elder spoke. "Your Majesty, there is still the matter of the witch's prophecy." The King frowned. "The prophecy?" "Yes." The Elder's voice was old and firm. "The witch foretold that a hybrid king will rule all. Both Damien and Kael now have sons. Perhaps we should let the ancient Blood Altar decide which child carries the purer royal blood."

Through our connection, I could feel him drawing on knowledge that transcended his years, ancestral memories locked in Graystone blood, awakened by his first shift and the power of the convergence point. *The Royal Line flows through us both,* he communicated, well, all four Royal lines to be exact somewhere along the line, descendants of the direct lines were saved, hidden in plain sight as pups, said to have been born to pairs but were adopted, but never formally on paper, so no paper trail for Nightshade to follow.*

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

he says, so quiet only I hear. Thane slams the table. “Enough! The prophecy....” “What prophecy?” I demand. Thane hesitates. “A hybrid will either save the world… or end it.” “Great,” I laugh bitterly. “No pressure.” Adrian strains against the ties. “You’re not using her as a weapon.” “We’re not the ones who want her dead,” Thane says. “Valerius Drakov does.” “Who’s that?” “The vampire king,” Adrian says, voice dark. “Oldest, strongest, craziest. He felt you wake up. He’s coming.”

But in the event I had to fulfill the duties of a breeder, I planned on doing everything I could to prevent a pregnancy from happening. "Why?" I asked, stepping toward the bars. "What need do you have of an heir? Damien is the Alpha now." "Damien is only Alpha in name, you fool. Don't you see? Have you not been told of Rosalie and her witch blood? The same blood that swims through the veins of her child? Maeve has the same powers. The same powers we need—"