Mafia Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Not entirely true. But enough of it.” I stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or run. “Icarus…” "My family’s bloodline traces back to the original Vatican Mafia. The true Darklords. They didn’t just control businesses, Janice. They controlled economies. They built legacy through influence, power, and blood.” My heart thudded. “So you're saying that the vines, the moon shade, the rituals are real? That sounds—” “Unbelievable?” he finished for me. “I know. But it’s real.”

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

I said, my voice dangerously calm, "your presence here is an insult. And who are you to question my right? By our own rules, you are as unfit as anyone you might accuse. Your family's alliances are fluid, your reach is limited." Vlad chuckled, a dry, grating sound. "Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, Sokolov. I have secured an alliance that not even your ruthlessness can counter. An alliance that brings true power, true legacy, back to the Tenevaya Bratva." He paused, letting his words hang in the air, allowing the tension to coil tighter. "My family will soon be tied to a once powerful mafia family in Italy." A murmur swept through the room. The elders exchanged glances, their impassiv

Luca is nothing but a leash Antonio tugs when he wants chaos. Trina keeps talking, but my focus snaps to a single sheet of paper she lays down. A name leaps out at me, scrawled in the margins. Mia. Next to Liam Connell’s, circled, connected by an arrow. Beside it, a note in sharp handwriting: Leverage. The bloodline bends or breaks. My chest goes tight. My hand trembles around the glass before I slam it down, liquid sloshing over the rim. Trina freezes. “Is she okay?”

“You treat that unranked mate of yours with more honor than your own blood-brother. Remember who shared a den with you before you took the western throne, Lucien.” Suddenly pulled into the family crossfire, Chika sat up straight, his silver eyes flashing with anxiety as he met Helena’s gaze. I shot a dark, lethal look at my mother, my aura dropping the room’s temperature by several degrees. “Our bloodline has never prioritized kinship over capability. You chose this mafia life, Mother. You know the rules.”

“Your girlfriend!” I look over at Analina as she shakes her head at my sister in disgust. “Why, Lina?” She's not the one that answer's me, at first Samatha tries but is interrupted up Andre. “She's....” “Baby girl is a mafia princess, she is mafia royalty. Didn't you know who the Stratton's really are, huh, Asher?” He questions me. I hear a gasp next to me. “Wait, She's what?” Andre continues his explanation of Analina's family history. “Analina comes from the direct bloodline of the first American Mafia family that started in her home town of Bisbee, Arizona, Victor Stratton, his territory consist of three major tourist cities which include Bisbee, Tombstone and Tuscan. He had two son's wh

“Come back with me, Angelo. You are the rightful leader… the king of the mafia. Uncle Domenico left all of that to you. You dishonor it by cutting your connection from your true family. Are you insane? She is just an ordinary woman you accidentally met.” “She bears my children, Vassily. I am the father of our children. She and the lives inside her are my family. The mafia is still family but I want my own blood. This is something I wish for a long time. Respect that, fratello mio. We all know that I don’t deserve leading the mafia. Cara is.” I started to turn and leave him, fed up with his bullshit. Leo will just lead him out. Vassily wrapped his hand around my arm and stopped me.

I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background. On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sy

I said flatly. “Mariah and her uncle came to me years ago with a deal. They promised connections, an alliance that could expand my businesses across borders. Her uncle was working with Declan Walsh’s stepbrother—part of the Irish Mafia. They wanted a share of Vitali's blood, a way in. And when I refused to give them control, they plotted against me.” Her eyes widened and she plopped her head on her arms.

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.