Kingdom's Bloodline Novels & Stories

Jezzebelle looked at her friend. “I don’t blame the King. Why create and have a bloodline when it would be targeted for any family to wipe out. The lose of a child would be unbearable. Hence the reason why in the past 800 years as King he doesn’t trust his own society to give a bloodline. Now come on you don’t want to be late for your favorite class.” “Which is?” Belle looked at her, rolling her eyes with disgust. “The class I am going to need to put a drool bucket underneath your mouth as you sit close to you new eye candy. You know Mr. Stud Muffin you came up to me shrilling about.”

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

An endless ocean with no land. A vast consciousness moving through every drop. Then men standing on the first shore, terrified as the water answered their thoughts. “They wanted power without being heard.” The first crown appeared in the child’s hands. “So they cut pieces from the living ocean.” Wolf. Vampire. Serpent. Human. Each kingdom rose around a stolen fragment. “Every royal bloodline is a wound taken from the same being.” Raiken looked at the black marks beneath his skin. Cassian touched the red glow under his crown scar.

Those are the people rumoured as a vicious beings created as mark of being a Royal on the Adilara Kingdom, the Royal Blood is very least that it identified a true ruler, in the Adilara Kingdom, it was a battle of throne and killing is necessary to take the throne but only if the successors and the challenger has the Royal Blood into them. It was a traditional game of throne, so bloody that King Oliver had to kill his father and raised his brother to erase the existence of a bloody game of throne. That was the only way, the only way to stop the rule of that bloody game of throne. To stop the cicle of having deaths in the Adilara Kingdom because of a throne. Yes, a throne that is only been suc

"He used to say that Lycan strength was the one constant. That whatever else fractured, whatever alliances collapsed, the bloodline was the thing that held." "And now you're wondering what holds if the bloodline changes?" I asked. He met my eyes. "Yes." I sat with that for a moment. "Lord Korrath," I said. "The Lycan bloodline didn't create this Kingdom, the people who carried it did. Your grandfather held this territory because of his choices, his alliances, his judgment. The blood was the material, he was the architecture." I held his gaze. "A Hybrid Heir carries Lycan blood and something else. That something else isn't dilution. It's addition. The question isn't whether the Heir will be L

Christian's fingers tightened on my shoulder, his own jaw clenched as the broadcast cut to an interview with Lord Kensington, his silver hair immaculately styled, his expression grave as if discussing a national tragedy rather than the birth of two innocent children. "The throne has always been protected by pure Lycan bloodlines," he said, every word measured and deliberate. "These bloodlines carry not just our history but the particular strengths and abilities that have allowed our rulers to effectively govern both Lycan and werewolf communities. While I would never question Her Majesty's personal qualities, we must consider whether children of mixed heritage can truly embody the full spect

Now I was standing beneath the throne that had ruled this kingdom for generations, holding proof that my entire life had been shaped by secrets. I pulled my hand away from Kael. “I want to read everything.” Kael nodded. We moved closer to the table. The treaty had several pages. The ink was old, but the words were still clear. The first part spoke of the Moonborn bloodline. The second spoke of the Lycan royal family. Then I saw something that made me angry. “The crown was created to protect the agreement,” I read. Kael went still. I looked at him. “The crown?”

Torin went still. "He knew about Maren." "From the beginning." Kael turned the page. "I have chosen not to destroy what fear alone would destroy. If the blood that once broke this kingdom can also heal it, I will not be the king who buries that possibility out of cowardice." Kael stared at the words. "He believed the bloodline could do more than survive." "Keep reading." Kael turned another page. His fingers tightened. "The child was born in autumn. Silver-eyed, as the old records described the First line. I have arranged for mother and daughter to remain close, protected, unremarked. Few outside myself know what she is."

I lowered my head before an Alpha King that was little more than a joke. If it was not for bloodline, how could such a man become the Alpha King? He was not qualified. He barely had a presence and his wolf’s aura was faint. This man ruled us all as king. He was a prime example of the importance of bloodline. He got everything he did not deserve because of his family while I had to fight for everything I had. I would make sure my pups had everything. My pups and my mate. And I knew that through Persephone Adelard, my pups would have a great legacy. Unlike me who did not have great parents, Persephone’s father was the Crimson Wolf. My pups would be the grandchildren of the Crimson Wolf and the