Sam Shepard Bloodline Novels & Stories

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

Secrets of the Blood Serena knelt in the mud and lit the sacred fire in the middle of the circle. She kept her hands still. She didn't look up and said, "Your bloodline is older than this pack and older than the council itself." "Having mixed blood isn't a curse." "It's a weapon." Lucian clenched his teeth. "Weapons kill." Damien knows this, so he will try to make it look different. I joined the group and said, "He already is."

I asked. "The possibility is there," Xavier said. "Dave asked for some assistance to have it checked out." I nodded. "What about mine?" I asked. That was the main reason why I was summoned. Xavier shifted in his chair. "I know what you are about to hear is hard," Elder Sam said. "But I think it is possible." "What's possible?" I asked, bewildered, looking at each of them. "Both of your parents' bloodlines are Lycan descendants," Dave said.

“Ryden just told me that I’m an abomination, a destroyer of the world.” “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Samarah spoke again. “And you do?” I snorted. “Do tell me, Samarah, at least before you die. Let the truth out. Be useful.” “Your blood is the only thing that can destroy the book.” “Wow.” I rolled my eyes. “It all started with my fucking blood, and it’s the only one that can destroy everything. That’s fucking amazing, don’t you think?”

I had thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

“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.

“Your mother wasn’t connected to the Moonborn Clan.” He swallowed. “She was Moonborn.” The words struck like lightning. Sam couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. ⸻ Her mother. The gentle woman who had sung lullabies. The woman who had smiled through hardships. The woman who died before revealing the truth. She had been hiding an ancient bloodline. A royal bloodline. A hunted bloodline. And she’d never told anyone. “Why?” The question escaped before Sam could stop it. Why keep such a secret?

Sophia started, but Elena spoke over her. "Your mother didn't give birth to you alone." Emma froze. "What does that mean?" Elena held her gaze, steady and unflinching. "You carry two bloodlines. Your father's Parker blood — and mine." "Yours?" Emma stared at her. "Samuel used my DNA in the experiment that shaped you," Elena said. "But you said I was born naturally," Emma said, grasping for something solid to stand on. "You were born," Elena said gently. "That doesn't mean Samuel didn't interfere with what you were born as."

"Sleeping blood. Ember blood, buried in your line since your grandmother survived the fire. It said the ritual in the valley rang a bell loud enough for every hidden bloodline in these mountains to hear." "Every hidden bloodline," one of the healers repeats, horror dawning slow and cold across her face. "How many people in this fortress alone might carry blood like that and never know it. How many in Shadow Claw. In Ashveil. In every pack that fought alongside the Ember Wolves or against them twenty six years ago and just happened to survive with a few drops of that blood buried somewhere in their line." Nobody answers her, because nobody has an answer that isn't terrifying.