Kingdom's Bloodline Novels & Stories

“But what families?” “Ah, yes, that’s the hard part,” she said. “There used to be like six bloodlines that were considered to be, like, royal bloodlines. But over the centuries, nature has taken its course and, well, now we’re down to around three. Maybe. I’ve kind of hit some dead ends on those. All I can say is that King Osric’s bloodline is one of them.” “Is one bloodline not enough to cause a Blood Moon?”

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.

Please, I cannot have Chris as my adopted brother, his in no way a Wood's blood nor does he act like it and if you please do this, I'll do whatever you ask? ( Eyes locked up awaiting for him to speak) To me, I figured what would master Leonard's response be, would he accommodate Keith's words and most importantly what tasks will he ( master Leonardo) give to his son. Afterwards, he finally spoke out, eyes linked to mine, and I quote, "what exactly are you talking about Keith!! I know Chris doesn't bare the woods blood but his more of us then you can ever be!! And if you mean what you just said, then prove it to me, failure to do so, I'll have no choice but to will my entire property to Chris

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

“He leads, yes. But we feel the change. He’s unraveling. No mate. No heir. Only grief and fury keeping his blood hot.” The flames in the torches dimmed, as though reacting to the dark turn of the conversation. Then, Elder Damon his beard long, face creased with centuries of wisdom spoke, his voice gravelly and thick with the weight of memory. “Xavier is not just any Alpha. He is Bloodfang. Descended from the line of kings. The strongest lineage. We do not cast aside kings lightly.” “And yet,” Saria said quietly, “Even kings bleed. And a kingdom ruled by grief and vengeance is already halfway dead.”

He knew he was busted and laughed. The Lycan kingdom was beautiful and the most developed part of our world. I could see why everyone wanted to sit on the throne. With all I had learned so far, the only reason another royal bloodline other than the Hernandez would sit on the throne is if the bloodline ends because it was rightfully theirs as direct descendants of the moon goddess. I was happy to learn this and that was why I supported what Willow was doing. That way, the bloodline will not end with her.

“My soldiers aren’t healing. Their strength weakens. I thought it was going to change, but I still had to play my part in the game.” “Roy, I have had several dreams and the letter you sent, made everything fit in for good,” I added. “Because he is the answer,” she whispered. “His blood is the bridge between broken and whole.” “Explain,” I said, voice low. She reached into a wooden box and pulled out an ancient scroll. Rolling it open, she pointed to a symbol. “This represents the Heartblood Lineage. A rare bloodline that once existed before the fall of the first wolf kings. It was believed extinct. But your son carries it.”

A way to understand the darkness within her. Her hand paused on a leather-bound volume, its cover cracked with age. She pulled it free, dust rising in the air. The title was faded, but the words inside made her blood run cold. The Bloodline of the Forgotten Throne. Pages turned beneath her trembling fingers. The text spoke of an ancient dynasty long erased from the kingdom’s histories. A family cursed, marked by shadows, feared and hunted until they vanished. She read the final lines again and again: One day, the blood of the forgotten shall awaken, and with it, the kingdom shall tremble.

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.