Mafia Bloodline Novels & Stories

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.”

I whispered. “T-this has to be a joke or something….” I laughed nervously as I waited for any sign for them to break character but their face remained stoic, indicating their seriousness. I frowned, my emotions where everywhere, I never ever expected to meet my father in this manner or even meet him in my life. Questions where running through my head. “Why now….” I whispered as tears rolled down my eyes. My father leaned back in his seat not breaking eye contact. “You’re my only direct bloodline.” He cocked his head “My son, your half-brother, was killed therefore making you the only successor of the Italian mafia.”

Zach POV "Zach, it's been two days but they still can't find blood that matches Kimora's." West brought me bad news after he ordered underlings and doctors to look for type A+ blood. "The hell ?! Cosmian is one of the fastest and most deadly Mafia in Asia and Europe, but just look for blood you won't find anything ?! You bastards!" I shouted after hearing what West said. How can I not be angry, the Clan of Cosmians is too big then until now there is no blood available ?!

“You all listen to me carefully... Whatever you are hoping to do to me, to kill me. Make sure you succeed and, in any way, not miss. “Because, unlike you, I think you are all forgetting I am a Mafia. As much as I would like to pretend and say, Mafia blood doesn’t flow into me. It’s all a lie. “The Solana blood runs through me and, just like you all, kill to survive as an excuse. I won’t be making one. I am going to kill all of you for the fun of it. “I always make sure to get rid of anyone that threatens my life or the life of my beloved one. If you did not know, the Mafia’s revenge for blood is blood. “Massive blood flows… You will all die, and innocent people will die too. Growing up in a

“That child is mine too. My blood. My lineage. And if you think I will stand by while Giovanni or Jack lays a finger on him, you are mistaken.” Mia’s granny let out a bitter laugh. “Lineage? Blood?” She shook her head, eyes wet but fierce. “You and your mafia bloodlines have done nothing but destroy families. I buried my daughter because of men like you, because of this filth. And now—now I might have to bury my great-grandson too. Tell me, how is that any different?” Her words sliced, but my grandmother didn’t flinch, not even attempting to. Instead, she sighed, almost as if she had been expecting that exact blade to fall.

“He owed him blood. Alaric still owns part of your name, mija. The Mendoza bloodline. You were collateral.” My stomach turned. “And you never told me?” He gave a sad shrug. “Your father made me promise not to. Said he wanted you clean. But there’s no clean in this world. There’s just the people who lie about being dirty.” I looked back at Luca’s pale body, his chest rising and falling under the flickering dock lights. “Then maybe it’s time I stop pretending.” Frankie joined us, rain dripping off his jaw. “You shouldn’t have brought them here,” he said to me. “Cartel involvement makes this a bloodbath.”

“My father… he never said much. But I remember him telling me it meant lineage.” “What kind of lineage?” “The kind built on blood.” My voice thinned. “The kind that dies violently.” Silence rippled through the room. Zach stepped closer, his warmth at my back grounding me. “What did the journal say? The part Vittore wrote before he changed course?” I shook my head. “I only read pieces. It wasn’t all translated. But it warned that… if the bloodline remained unbroken, then the debt would come due.” “And the bloodline is you,” Zach said.

“I believed that when his parentage was still a secret. But don’t think for a moment that you’re untouchable. Aldo and I have history, and I’m not done with him.” I met her gaze steadily. “Believe me when I say, he’s all yours.” Aurora’s expression flickered, a crack in her polished facade. “You don’t understand what it means to be part of this world. You think playing doctor, going to a few meetings, will protect your son? Bloodlines demand loyalty, whether you want them to or not.” The words sent a cold shudder down my spine. “You believe that, don’t you?” “Believe?” Aurora laughed, cold and cruel and inhuman. “Layla, I’ve lived it. All my life. As a woman in the Mafia, you produce, or you

"Aren't your old fangs even a little bit embarrassed to say that nonsense out loud to the male you abandoned?" Tade lets out a sharp snarl, half flustered and half enraged through the speaker. "Rapha! The massive financial rot the Mensah Clan is drowning in started because your wolf disrupted the wedding! As a male born of the Okoye bloodline, you are fully accountable for both our rise and our collapse in the mafia circle. You cannot just stand back and watch the Mensah moon empire fall into ashes!"

Chad whispered, his long fingers gently brushing against my chin, turning my face toward the front. Standing on the elevated podium was an elderly man holding a heavy, leather-bound register, calling out the founding bloodlines in a booming voice: "The Sinclairs." "The Luciens." "The Rodriguezes." "The Contis." An usher had handed out glossy, heavy pamphlets to every table. As I flipped through mine, I realized Chad's family hadn't actually founded this whole syndicate. In fact, Godmother Rosetta had single-handedly hijacked the entire criminal empire straight from the Lucien bloodline decades ago.