Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

Marco's voice boomed, "was a viper we warmed in our own home. He conspired with his mistress, Ava Russo, to poison and murder my father, the Don, Alessandro Moretti." Robin struggled, but he was pinned down even tighter. "This is a betrayal of blood!" Marco's voice rose. "A sin that cannot be forgiven! By the century-old laws of the Moretti family," his gaze swept the room, finally settling on him, "the blood of a traitor must wash away the family's shame! As of this moment, Robin Gallo is nothing. His name, his wealth, his status—all are forfeit. He belongs to the family's enforcers now."

They knew better than to speak when Marcus was in his no-nonsense mode. “Sit,” Marcus instructed, gesturing to the table. He waited until everyone was seated before he continued. “I’ve been reaching out to some of the elders and those with connections to neighboring packs. Most of them don’t know anything about this man, but a few remembered whispers of a bloodline long thought to be extinct. Your bloodline, Nicola.” Her stomach tightened at his words. “What did they say?” “That your lineage is tied to a unique gift - one that makes you valuable to allies and a target to enemies. This man, whoever he is, may be tied to your family. He may even have answers about your father’s past. But we ca

“And you're very terrible at it.” “Then stop asking.” He chuckled and stood, walking slowly around the desk like a wolf circling prey. “Marco… did you think you could avoid your destiny forever?” There it was, the dramatic father-son speech I didn’t ask for. I crossed my arms. “I wasn’t aware I had one.” “Oh, you do,” he said, stopping right in front of me. “And people will kill for it.” I folded my arms in annoyance. “What destiny?” He tapped my chest with one finger, raising his glass to me. “Your bloodline.”

"Marcus's blood magic works because we share more than just the mate bond. We share origin." James was frantically checking genealogies on his phone. "It's true. Hidden, buried, but true. The Primordial line split millennia ago, but certain branches..." He looked up, pale. "You're not just having a divine heir. You're reuniting the original bloodline." "Which is exactly what Richard Blackthorne wanted," I said. "Where is he now?" "Dead," Sarah said, returning from a Bridge-walk. "Marcus killed him three years ago. Said his father had served his purpose."

Five people around a table being professionally thorough about a catastrophe that is, at its origin, a catastrophe of professional thoroughness. The Vein is explained to the room by Emre, which is how Sebastien has mentally named the man in the corner chair, because that's the name he signed the registration form with when the Folklore network confirmed he'd agreed to come. He explains it with the brisk clarity of someone who has explained it before, who knows which details are important and which are rabbit holes. The five bloodlines. The resonance architecture. The conduit function. The degradation timeline. He is selective here too, Sebastien can feel it, the specific quality of someone m

My gaze snaps to him, unsure of what more they could want. “Marco must die. It’s the only way our plans can go ahead. But you… you have a chance. If you want to live, you will live as our slave, making all the perfumes I will ever need. You will willingly do as I say and there will be no consequences. After all… you have inherited the Montenero family bloodline. You’re still of some use to us,” his head tilts eerily, gazing at me, curious to see my response.

And heal her before this world chewed her up. Marco had been around more since he came back from Ricardo's chaos. Basque was his second skin, always watching the place, handling the business I left him. Marco wasn’t just an ally; he was blood in a way no family had ever been. Years ago, he was just another kid in the streets until I pulled him out of a fight that would’ve gotten him killed. Since then, he’s stayed by my side. Loyal. Solid. The kind of brother you pick for yourself.

The pieces started falling into place, but I needed more, “What else?” “About five years ago, Marco was nearly disowned. He got into some pretty heavy trouble. The rumor mill says he was involved in drugs, as is the case with every rich person ever. Not directly though, but enough to dirty the family’s name. Lorenzo had to pull some major strings to clean that mess up. Marco laid low after that, but his temper and his connections haven’t changed.” “Connections?” I echoed.

Something in my chest dropped hard enough that I physically felt it happen. Jax stared at him. “Hold on. What?” “The bloodline survived through the child they removed before the kingdom collapsed,” Marek explained. “Not through separate royal descendants.” Theo looked between me and the portrait slowly. “So Dominic and Raven…” Marek nodded once. “Their bloodline was never separate to begin with.” Raven looked confused for half a second before realization hit her face completely. “Oh my God.” Nobody moved because suddenly every single thing we thought we understood about this situation shifted sideways all at once.

"Blood type AB negative, yeah. That was you." Marcus stilled. "We searched far and wide, I tell you," Vittorio continued, not noticing the change in Marcus's demeanor. "You see, that blood type is mostly passed down from a parent or something. We finally got a blood donor who was a distant relative of your mother to donate her blood for you. So maybe you should – Hey, Dove stai andando?" He asked as Marcus leaped from his chair and stormed out of the room.