Sam Shepard Bloodline Novels & Stories

Maya Howards quickly walked over to check if Papa Hanson was still breathing. “I didn’t think his life would end like this! Alex, is the Blood Cult really that scary? They actually can’t control themselves when they meet people with activated bloodlines. In that case, wouldn’t those with activated bloodlines be in danger if they bump into such people?” she asked sadly in the end. Alex Rockefeller declined to comment. He searched Papa Hanson’s body, but he didn’t find anything on him.

she said quietly. I ripped the envelope open, my eyes scanning the contents. The blood sample matched Delta Derrick. “Lyra informed me of the crest she found. It prompted me to cross match the blood sample with Derrick’s.” Selene paused. “He had donated blood to his cousin who was injured in the fight. And I still had some of it in the lab.” I stood speechless, It wasn't Damon after all.

"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."

Chapter 4 Ryder “Go and start the car and wait,” I ordered my Beta, Rufus Hale in a cool, calm tone. But my inside was almost burning with rage. I had to try and keep it together, at least until I would get back to my pack. I had gone on an undercover mission to the Moonstone Pack hospital. I came for this myself because it has something to do with my late father, the former Alpha of the Shadowcrest Pack. “Yes Sir,” Rufus replied with respect, but careful not to expose our identities as we had come to the hospital undercover.

My arms shook, but I didn’t lower the weapon. His eyes softened with mock sympathy. “You’ll come to understand, Saphira. One way or another.” And then he said it the words that hollowed me out, that turned the night into something I could never escape. “Your bloodline is the key.” My breath snagged. “What did you just say?” He smiled wider. “You’ll see soon enough. It was never about Drayke. Or Caelum. Or Alaric. It was always about you.”

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

“And trust me. I won’t let the bloodline’s darkness consume you.” Evelyn closed her eyes, letting the words and the warmth of their presence anchor her. Slowly, carefully, she reached back toward the orb. This time, she embraced it fully. Energy surged through her, bright and terrifying, like fire coiling in her veins. Symbols floated around her vision, glowing briefly before fading into memory. The room vibrated, almost alive, acknowledging her claim. When she opened her eyes, the orb had dimmed, the room calm. But she knew—something fundamental had shifted. The bloodline within her had awakened further. She was stronger, yes, but the awakening came with responsibility, and with danger.

I read the text three times. Each time it says the same thing. It matches Lucia. Dara's daughter in Santa Fe. A teacher. Bloodline one, the root, the founding contribution, seven generations of continuous cultivation twelve miles from Mira Seca. And something else. Something that doesn't match any of the seven original bloodlines. Something that matches my eight-month-old daughter. I text Pren back. How is that possible? Lucia's additional profile comes from the Sinclair bloodline combined with the evolved founding line. How does a teacher in Santa Fe carry something that matches that?

"And you want me to sit here and receive that." He was quiet for a moment. "Tell me I'm wrong," I said. He didn't. "Then talk," I said. "Since you're here." He did. He had found my bloodline before I was born. He said it the same way he said everything, like information being delivered, like the fact that my entire existence had been engineered was simply data worth sharing. He had been tracking dormant Nightshade lines for decades. Following diluted bloodlines through generations of human families.

Robbie inhales deeply, and the rise and fall of his chest trembles a little when it does. "And it's not your fault," I reply. "Yes, it is. It's all...my...fault." Robbie pulls me in close and holds me. My best friend spoons me and tightens his chest with each exhale. "It's not your fault, Robbie. They did an autopsy. He clearly fell from the deer." "No, Sam. I killed my father. It was an accident." I shift my body to face Robbie. I put my head on Robbie's pillow, and our foreheads touch.