Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

“You weren’t just reacting—you commanded.” Evelyn exhaled slowly, though her chest still felt tight. “I… I didn’t know I could,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The power was intoxicating, yes, but terrifying. Every shadow she had directed toward the hunters had been guided by instinct, by survival—and by something more she couldn’t name. “Instinct,” Lucien said, tilting his head. “Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.”

He tried to calm his mother and invite her to sit down. "Mom, please open your heart and listen first. Maybe Arabella didn't explain how it happened. If you knew, it was an unintentional mistake. I was drunk at the company anniversary event. I didn't know that woman would get pregnant with my child, and now I can't just let her go. You also wouldn't want to see the blood of the Jovanka lineage wandering out there without a clear direction," Marco said, making Elena fall silent. It seemed Elena was also thinking along the same lines as Marco. For them, pure blood from their lineage was something precious and should not be wasted. "Then what's your plan?" Elena asked, making Marco tug at the c

I added, "Luca may be in heaven, but while he was alive, he left frozen samples at a sperm bank." Savoring the expression gradually freezing on his face, I continued calmly, "As for you, those vitamins you've been taking every day have long since made you sterile. "This child was conceived through IVF using Luca's preserved sperm. He is the only heir of this Gallante generation, but he has nothing to do with you. He's the continuation of Luca's life. "And you, Marco... Your bloodline ends here." Those words hit like a thunderbolt. Marco began trembling violently, his lips quivering as he could not even piece together a complete sentence.

Mona didn't think he would come looking for her again because she thought they had already talked about everything. Marlo wanted to give up too, but he couldn't. In an accident many years ago, his body had been harmed, and could no longer produce children. That was to say, Marco and Glen would be his only two sons. But Glen’s background... Anyway, the only reliable bloodline he had was probably just Marco. How could he not save him? If Mona knew what Marlo was thinking, she might applaud him. At least he knew that he had been sorry for Glen’s mother and was aware of it. It was merely that his defense was too late.

"Cut the theater, Marco. You’re twitching because your brother is trading your street cred for a seat at the corporate table." "Dominic is a dreamer," Marco said, stepping into her space. The smell of whiskey turned sharp. "He thinks he can wash the grease off the family name with a few signatures. I know better. Blood doesn't wash; it just stains deeper." "And you’d rather keep the docks red," Lina noted. "You and Russos. Two dinosaurs fighting over a bone." "I’m saving the legacy from a corporate lobotomy," Marco corrected. He lunged before she could blink. For a man who’d been drinking, he moved like a snake. His hand clamped onto her shoulder, slamming her against the wall as the serrate

“We’ve been monitoring him closely, but the truth is, Marco’s condition is precarious. He lost so much blood that his body is struggling to recover. We’re doing everything we can to keep him stable, but…” “But what?” I pressed, my voice rising with fear. “Isn’t there something you can do? A transfusion, anything?” “That’s where the complication lies,” she said gently. “Marco has a rare blood type, and we’ve searched all our available resources, but we haven’t been able to find a match. Without it, his chances of recovery diminish significantly.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The room seemed to spin for a moment, my mind racing as I tried to process what she was saying. “But… ther

He said it like repeating a prayer he didn’t understand. “How would you know the heir?” Marco demanded. “How would anyone know?” Massimo rubbed the side of his head and looked at his hands, as if the words might hide there. “He pointed,” he said finally. “He pointed at a generational mark and he said the mark belonged to those born by that blood line. That was all he muttered before giving out a thin and cracked laughter. “That’s all I saw, I don’t know more.” He shuddered.

He finally takes his eyes off the paperwork to look at me “You did” I was completely stunned “How, how could I have told them?” “The rumour was that you visited them in a dream, both your mother and father had the same dream about you, but you were older than what you are now”. “How is that even possible?” “I am just a simple vampire who believes in the Royal blood line, believes in everything they stoof for. I am not a hybrid”. Marco looks out the window at the sky and smiles “It is almost time to move my Queen”

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.

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.