Marvel Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Audrey asked Mamon, who had an impressive smile on his face. "Ofcourse Audrey, you were right. Long when Alpha Brian had his child, it began the era of the vampires in Airpack. Although the fifth generation Alpha, Hercules great grand father disowned his blood on the account of practicing black magic and that lead to a default in the bloodline. As of now, Hercules came from the lineage of the second child gifted to the Alpha. With the first child disowned, one of his blood is back to exact revenge. The vampires would stop at nothing to make sure that they finally take over the pack."

“Your mother and I come from an ancient bloodline that has never been tainted with the blood of a lesser lineage. It is an extensive process to marry into our clan." "One must not only be born into the right family, but they must also complete a medical screening, at which time blood is taken and examined for compatibility. Our bloodline enjoys the benefit of being immune to poison. This is the one thing that is scrutinized when the blood is drawn." “We are not allowed to have children with bloodlines that dilute this favor in our blood. Your mother has always been stubborn and refused to get the analysis performed when she started a relationship with your father. Before our parents could fo

he let out to her surprise. Raising an eyebrow up as she stared at him in disbelief, "A favor from me?" She asked standing up, "No way, I have helped you enough, this is something I shouldn't even be doing to a human whose father almost wiped out my extinction, a son of the enemy who killed my mother, " she closed her eyes as a deep pain flashed through her mind, "Quickly, she opened them looking away from him, " I can't help you, Robert, get strong and seek help to regain your kingdom from someone else, not me" she decline suppressing the rising anger in her.

"Then how will we get the Solar Flame? You said Royal blood is needed." Sebastian stepped forward, his ancient eyes thoughtful. "There may be another way. Jacob and Mateo are from your father’s paternal bloodline, and half of the four royal bloodlines came from your mother, who would have had the other two.” Uncle Mateo looked stunned. "Are you suggesting that I might carry enough Royal blood to activate the artifacts?" "It's possible," Sebastian acknowledged. "Diluted through generations, but present. The Graystone line married into the Royal bloodlines multiple times throughout history."

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

someone said quietly. Silence fell. “No,” I whispered, trying to convince them—or maybe myself. “That can’t be. They’re just infants.” “They’re not just anything,” the lead Lord said. “They’re the product of a line that should have never crossed. Alpha and the golden bloodline. Bloodlines that were never meant to merge.” “And now the realms will bleed for it.” I pressed my palms to my temples. “We can stop this. There’s still time.” “Are you sure about that?” The Lord’s tone was sharp. “Can you still control yourself?”

I begin, "One that the monks used was to seal their wolves away. So that even if they met their mates, they wouldn't know. The only way to break it was if they...ingested their mate's blood into their system." Malphas seems to be pondering, his scowl deepens as he glances at the page. It doesn't make sense to either of us. "One who is my own..." I mumble to myself as I look ahead, "Could it mean an heir?" The thought sort of makes sense. I look up at Malphas again. "Bloodline is what we all carry, and more so the successors. The genes do change throughout generations, but the lineage stays at the core. So..."

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.

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

“Aleta?” Damon nodded slowly. “She came into the Shadow Lands because of him. I thought she might heal what was broken, guide him and his mate to another child. But when she revealed that a cruse lay dormant in his bloodline until him—that he could not conceive—it unraveled everything. Varos learned Soren wasn’t truly his. And that knowledge drove him mad.” Evelyn’s throat closed. The words hung between them, heavy with tragedy. She could almost see it, the proud man cracking apart under betrayal, the wolf in him breaking loose.