Kingdom's Bloodline Novels & Stories

"You heard her, didn't you?" ​It wasn't a question. ​My throat tightened, making it almost impossible to swallow. "Why... why would she say that to me?" ​The creature lowered its massive head solemnly. "Because she lived through the truth." ​Kael's unreadable expression darkened into lethal slate. "Speak carefully, beast." ​The creature ignored him entirely. "The First Blood line is far older than your kingdoms, King. Older than your crowns. Older than the first Lycan rulers who laid claim to these mountains."

Nyx shook her head. “You can’t.” “Why?” “Because if you remove it…” She looked toward Elara. “…you may destroy the Fifth Bloodline.” Clover stared at her daughter. “No.” “I won’t risk her.” ⸻ The Forgotten King suddenly spoke. “There may be another way.” Everyone turned. Clover narrowed her eyes. “You’ve kept secrets from me for long enough.” “I know.” “Then speak.” The King looked at Elara. “The Fifth Bloodline was created to connect two worlds.”

She was quiet for a long moment, weighing something behind her eyes that told me whatever came next would cost her considerably to say aloud. "There's something else you need to know," she said finally, voice unsteady. "Something I've kept from you longer than even Kael's existence, because I hoped, foolishly, that it would never become relevant enough to matter." My stomach tightened. "What." "The treaty requires blood from all three houses. Northridge, through your father. The royal line, through your bond with Ronan and whatever children eventually follow. And Ashgrove." She met my eyes, and I watched her gather the courage for whatever admission had clearly been sitting inside her for ye

It is an undeniable fact that the descendants of noble bloodlines are more likely to become professionals. Bloodline mages are the best example of this. As long as they awaken their talents, they can become mages and advance over the years. The founders of the great kingdoms and duchies on the continent can all be traced back to the bloodline of the sons and daughters of the gods, collectively known as the Divine Bloodline, and only the Divine Bloodline has the right to found a country.

"That is the mark of Audrey’s witch coven. They are testing you, sending visions to see if your blood reacts like the ancient texts say." I looked between the two brothers. "Why does she hate me so much? I didn't ask for any of this." "It's not about hate, Betty," Adriel said softly. "It's about your bloodline." "What about her bloodline?" the King demanded, stepping closer as Mitchell refused to let go of my hand. "My parents told me before they died," I whispered, the weight of the secret pressing heavily on my chest. "My blood comes from two lost royal kingdoms. I am the last female warrior of the Blaze and Knight lineages."

"The blood master was dying and didn't want to leave his people without any protection. So he blessed his most devout follower with his powers, and only those within his bloodline could awaken it. Maybe it was because he was weak and his reasoning wasn't clear, he couldn't make the powers awaken in a direct bloodline, but within a specific bloodline. So if someone has even a drop of his devout follower's Blood, that person has a chance to be the blood king." "How does the blood empress come in?" Calhoun asked. His father released a heavy sigh. "That is the worst part of the story because she was the bride of one of our past kings."

“Mother told us that the Hunt bloodline wasn't just a lineage of witches and wolves. It was a bridge. She said that one day, two girls would be born sisters, tribrids of the highest order, blessed by the spirit shifters themselves. Not just common shifters, but those of royal, primordial blood.” Dominic’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, the King of Dragons within him vibrating in recognition of the words. “She told me once, too,” he murmured. “A long time ago, when Alaric and I were just boys. She said our fates were written in blood long before we were born.”

I could see he was a little bit regret: "But as you can see, something wrong happened to your body. It leads you to have two bloodlines, not only vampire blood but also werewolf blood. Werewolves and vampires have been hostile for tens of thousands of years. You must know it very well. In this case, if you, a person who has both bloodlines, rule the entire vampire kingdom directly, most of the vampires will not agree." "That's right! It's impossible for someone with the filthiest werewolf bloodline to rule the kingdom! Your bloodline is so disgusting!" Catherine took the opportunity to mock me again. I frowned and glared at Catherine. But I didn't pay much attention to her. I looked at Willi

"Royal artifacts are not merely symbolic; they channel and amplify the innate abilities of the bloodline. Used incorrectly, they can be dangerous even to their rightful owners." "Father's journals might contain information," I suggested. "He clearly knew about our heritage, about the truth about our bloodline. Who knows, maybe even the Goddess herself is moving pieces around on the chessboard now to counter Nightshade and her sister. Although this is starting to give me a headache from all the twists and turns, we need more information. There may be more journals that we don’t know about, maybe from our ancestors, in one of these hidden storage spaces, maybe some from the fallen Kings and th

Killian poured them both a cup, taking his seat at the main desk while Rosalie sat in her designated chair to his right. "To understand where you stand in this fortress, Rosalie, you must understand the blood that built it," Killian began, his tone turning professional and academic. He pulled out a massive, heavy leather-bound ledger and opened it to a beautifully illustrated family tree. Killian carefully explained the complex lineage of the kingdom, tracing the ancestral lines back hundreds of years. He explained how the territory was once fractured, ruled by weak, squabbling packs, and then he explained exactly how Dominic got the throne.