Marvel Bloodlines Novels & Stories

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

“The blood of the triplets is… unique. Powerful.” The chilling truth of her words sent a fresh wave of ice through my veins. Blood? My children’s blood? It felt… impossibly wrong. Monstrous even. “Their blood?” I repeated, trying to make sense of the horrifying revelation. “What do you mean?” Mitchell took a deep breath. “It’s a special lineage, Ava. One drop of blood from any of the triplets… it would make any wolf who ingests it almost undefeatable. It would grant incredible strength, incredible resilience. Unrivaled power.”

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

That kind of power doesn’t come from nothing. I pull down a volume marked 'Extinct Bloodlines' and flip it open on a nearby desk. The pages crackle with age. Sketches of crests, names etched in faded ink. Most mean nothing. But one name snags my eye. The Varyn Line. I trace the ink with my finger. The Varyns were healers once, the text says. Wolves bound with fire, wielders of rare magic. The Varyn bloodline originated from the union of a powerful wolf shifter and a shadow witch.

I will teach her control when the time comes, but for now, she deserves a normal childhood. I inhaled deeply. My fingers had begun to tremble, and I was already terrified. I wanted to drop everything since I was already getting terrified, but my curiosity was stronger. I continued reading, page after page detailing generations of my maternal lineage all connected. The ancient lycan bloodline known for producing exceptionally powerful shifters.

Zurig shared something he knew. “The paper that Sandy destroyed was about the royal bloodlines of our continent and the wolves. I found out that your bloodline, Vakatow, was the first ever lycan to have been made by the Mood Goddess from her love. The werewolves as we know them today, the Black Bloodline, was the first to receive a wolf out of her mercy. And thus the two bloodlines being the first of her creations became royalty,” I explained and Zurig seemed that he did not know this about his own bloodline. “You enjoy school don’t you?” Zurig asked with a smile on his face.

Like finding something she had suspected might be there. "Your blood carries an old lineage," she said. "Older than Moonlight Pack. Older than most of the bloodlines still walking. You have healer blood — not ordinary healer blood, but the first kind. The kind that was common before the packs fractured and the old families scattered." She paused. "Someone in your direct line was divine." The room was very quiet.

I feel peaceful and happy. Chen flipped the next page. 'Bloodlines... they are a heritage present in every living being— beast, plant, or human. Bloodlines do not mean the blood flowing within one's body. It is a complete heritage. A bloodline births a martial soul, innate talent, and physically unique qualities. So, a bloodline can only be recorded by measuring the mentioned areas of interest. This is the only thing a person needs to know about bloodlines.' The definition was written in the middle of the yellowed parchment and there was nothing else.

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"