Nolan Bloodline Novels & Stories

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

“What do you mean, people like me? I’m just—” “—not just any girl, Lena,” Ronan interrupted, his gaze intense. “You’re part of a bloodline that’s been connected to the wolves for centuries. That’s why they’re after you. They want your blood. It’s... valuable to them.” I took a step back, shaking my head. “That’s insane. You’re talking about werewolves, bloodlines, and ancient hunts like it’s normal.” “I know it sounds insane, but it’s the truth. You need to trust me.”

The soldiers had continued to test the people and their children. One of the kid's blood was purple. Nolan knew that it was because he was half-goblin and werewolf. The soldiers asked the King what to do with the child. But before Nolan could answer. The mother of the child ran to Nolan's side on her hands and knees. "I know my King is a righteous and Honorable man. I will beg on behalf of my child. Please my great King don't kill my son. "The mother said,

Lucian had gone very still across the desk. I looked at the healer's notes and felt the thing I had been circling for weeks, the nightmares, the burning in the dream, Mara's strange suppressed silence, the two missing years, click into a shape so clean and so brutal that my hands went flat on my thighs and I pressed them there and held. Thorne placed the next piece. The Noven bloodline classification. He looked at me when he set it down, one brief look that said he knew I already knew this part.

he said carefully, "Nora carries a Lycan breed bloodline, a very strong one, and her body is responding to the trauma in ways specific to that bloodline." Marcus stepped forward quietly and said "I already knew that." I looked at him. "Because I am a Lycan breed myself," he said, "and she got it from me." I stood there and looked at that closed door behind which Nora was lying unconscious and I did not say anything for a long moment because honestly I did not know what to say. Everything just kept getting more and more complicated and I did not even know where to start with any of it anymore.

“You didn’t think it necessary to ask my permission before you drew seventeen ounces of blood from my son. Did you do it to save your only great-grandson? What about Lorian? Isn’t he a Templeton too? “He’s just seven years old, damn it. How are all of you different from mindless beasts? Do you think he has no one who loves him? Am I a joke to you?” Noah didn’t target anyone else. Instead, he yanked Anderson over and beat him to a pulp in the ward! He wailed at Anderson and spoke menacingly, “You’re going to bleed as much as Lorian did. That’s the only way you Templetons will learn.” Talia hurled herself at him.

"Ten years. A kid from a high-tier bloodline rotting under our noses because we took Logan’s word for it." "He played the grieving widower well," the first man sighed. "But bloodlines like the Volana don't just vanish. We should have looked closer." Zack felt the door handle vibrate. He scrambled back, his legs nearly giving out, as the door swung inward. Nathan stood there, his tailored shirt unbuttoned at the collar, eyes tracking Zack’s movement with the precision of a hawk. "Eavesdropping is a dangerous habit in this house," Nathan said. No smile. Just that heavy, suffocating focus.

The temperature in the hall dropped. “Caelian is my blood. He is Onyx’s son. He survived a mortal court that tried to erase him, a forest that tried to bury him, and an awakening that would have broken most full-blooded younglings. He is bound to a king who crossed worlds to retrieve him. And he carries the next generation of this line whether any of you approve or not.” A muscle jumped in his jaw.

the bear says to Nate and my blood runs cold. The fight leaves my body for a second. The secrets of my bloodline shouldn't be known by anyone other than Nate. The inner circle of our pack was wiped out. How does this shitbag know about my family? "Inbreeding messes with the inner animal pretty bad, huh... Is the baby brother the offspring of the twisted line too or did your mommy throw daddy off long enough for someone else to do her," the asshole asks as I stare at him. Nate growls and his arms tighten around me.

he demanded. Nolan coughed, a trickle of blood running down his chin. "Antonio destroyed my family." River leaned in closer, eyes narrowing. "What do you mean Antonio destroyed your family?" Nolan's eyes glinted with a mix of hatred and pain. "Years ago, Antonio's rise to power wasn't clean. My father was one of the men who opposed him. Antonio had him killed and made it look like an accident. His death put us on the street." River's grip on Nolan's collar tightened. "So you came back for revenge?"