Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.

Marco called, reacting differently. The words came out without the delay of thought or uncertainty of someone trying to understand what had just happened because he already knew. Lorenzo’s eyes shifted to him, knowledge like that in a moment like this was not neutral. “What is it?” Isabella whispered, her voice laced with fear she couldn’t suppress. Marco didn’t look at her, instead, his gaze remained fixed on the floor ahead, scanning along the base of the wall, the seams where stone met stone. “There’s a pressure line, it's thin… almost imvisible.” he said.

Dust drifted into the air as he opened it, revealing brittle pages filled with meticulous sketches, faded maps, and dates written in ink that had long begun to fade. Marco leaned closer. Every few pages, the same symbol appeared. A black raven. Its wings spread wide as though preparing to take flight. His eyes moved from one date to another. His heartbeat slowed. Then quickened again. "These records..." he whispered. Father Matteo nodded solemnly. "They were written before your grandfather was born." Marco turned another page. More ravens. More names. More bloodlines. Long before Don Vittorio had built the Russo empire. Long before Alessandro's father had become the feared head of the De Luc

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

Adrian doesn’t move, but his jaw locks so tight I swear I hear teeth grind . “Didn’t he tell you ?” Valerius asks me, eyes glittering. “Adrian Vale was the mask. Adrian Drakov is the truth. My blood. My younger brother. Born centuries too late, hidden away by our mother because the old prophecies whispered I would fear him one day.” Adrian’s voice comes out ice cold. “Don’t you dare say her name .”

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

"About the future." Alpha Alexander nodded. "Indeed. With the next full moon approaching, it seems appropriate to begin formalizing arrangements." Ethan tensed. He knew exactly where this was heading "Alexandra will be coming of age," Alpha Jackson continued. "A perfect age for a Luna, would you not agree?" "The Laurent and Moreau bloodlines have always been strong allies," Alpha Alexander said, looking directly at Ethan. "A union would only strengthen both packs." “The Moreau line has produced exceptional Lunas for generations," Alpha Jackson added, placing his hand briefly on his wife's shoulder. Luna Beatrice smiled on cue, the perfect example of what they all expected Alexandra to become

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

I pressed my lips together and breathed through it. "Okay," I said when I trusted my voice again. "Okay. So Cael was my biological father. A hybrid alpha. The hunters have been tracking his bloodline." I looked at Mara directly. "What does that mean? What is it about the bloodline specifically that makes them this desperate?" Mara reached to the shelf behind her and pulled down one of the bound notebooks, setting it on the table between us. She opened it to a page near the middle that had a dense handwriting, diagrams, and a sketch of what looked like a family tree with certain names underlined twice.

“Marco's uncle was Hidden Glen's Alpha. His cousin was Alpha Scion. Their Beta died two years ago, but they are so small, they didn't need a Beta anyways. Marco’s brothers don’t have Alpha blood. Javier is too old to go back and take over the pack. Marco is the only other werewolf in his father’s lineage with Alpha Blood.” “What?” My brain tries to catch up. “D-does Marco know?” “Yes, and he doesn’t want to be the Alpha of Hidden Glen when he gets back. Blood River is his home. I spent four months calling in favors and pulling strings to keep him here.” Dad sighs heavily. “Marco is serving in the war on behalf of Hidden Glen so they can meet the Council’s quota. In exchange, the Council is g