Kingdom's Bloodline Novels & Stories

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

I was confused because none of this was making sense, earlier I put my entire strength to summon the serpent and perform black magic but then it even though I thought worked but still it failed leaving me back to square one and now these ashes are doing God knows what. I waited and waited until the ashes were finally arranged in a sentence, I took a step back to read it in a more precise way, it read “This crown is the only thing you will need 2 get back to your enemies this crown is the only thing which will shield you from everything and everyone, you successfully summoned the serpent and now the serpent is rewarding you for your blood and bones which means once you will put this crown on

Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked on Evelyn the moment she entered. “You came,” Ava said, her voice a soft murmur but filled with weight. “Good. Time is slipping, and you can’t waste it anymore.” Evelyn swallowed, stepping closer. “I… I need to know. Everything. Why the note, the warnings… why me?” Ava’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second. “Because you carry the bloodline. Because the academy knows, and it’s waking. It will test you, mold you, push you—sometimes through fire, sometimes through betrayal. But you, Evelyn… you are its center.”

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

“Please go.” “No.” “Ella,” he begs, tears shining. “I’m not worth your life .” “You’re worth everything ,” I say, and the words rip out of me like they’ve been waiting years to be spoken . Barion laughs, cold and ugly. “Sentiment from a rogue. How touching.” Vera’s voice cuts through like a blade. “She is not rogue. She is blood of the royal line.” The room goes dead still. Galeon scoffs. “She’s a half-breed.”

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

On the screen stood Dante Bellucci, the man who once tried to bury Matteo under the ruins of Naples now wearing a government insignia on his lapel, his smile sharp as a blade. “Citizens of the world,” Dante’s voice rang out, calm, magnetic, chilling. “We face a threat not of borders, but of bloodlines. The Blood Kingdom has spread beyond control. Its Queen sits on a throne built on corpses and she is raising a weapon.” He paused. The image behind him shifted to a photograph. Luna. Bianca’s breath stopped. “She is not a child,” Dante continued. “She is the next generation of the Blood Line, the one prophesied to enslave mankind through inherited power. The world cannot risk her survival.”

I asked, remembering the story I was told about the Fae that blessed the Alastians with their kingdom, but I had no idea it was because of war. "Yes, the war of the Fae, to put simply, was a time of grave famine crossing all of the kingdoms across Azara. The humans all came to be healed but soon our magic was wearing out and we have nothing left to give, they took that as selfishness and destroyed our homes and killed many of us. The magic users came to help but they failed as mass hysteria rose throughout our own Kingdom we had no choice but to surrender." As she spoke I could feel the anxiety and depression they must have felt all those centuries ago. "Okay, I understand that but how did t