Season 3 Bloodline Novels & Stories

"It's time to prove your loyalty to me, I know my stupid cousin thinks he is the Alpha of the Night Walkers but I know one day, my wolf form will be free, even if I die trying my son Andre will take over from where I stop, now I want you to attack the pack that did this to my family in the past, the pack who cursed my lineage and bounded my wolf form and stripping my line of the alpha title,I I heard from an insider that the Moonstone pack luna is given birth right now to the next heir, I don't want that, attack the pack and take their baby from them, do not kill them, I want them to live in pains forever and leave this life with no one to succeed the alpha title." They were all happy to car

“Mason, please. Whatever this is about, do not bring him into it. Please.” Mason looked up, his expression almost amused. “Lydia...he has always been part of this. It has always been the three of us, whether you remember it or not.” He slipped the phone into his pocket, calm like this was not insane, like this was just another conversation between friends “Relax,” he said with a slow smile, stepping back as one of the shadowbreed creatures crawled forward again. “Things are about to get interesting.” Lydia pressed her back against the chair. “Make it stop,” she said, her voice trembling. “Please.”

Kael's expression remained calm as he gestured to the sentinel to continue reporting. "Last night, we crossed the western mountains and forest and got to Arandour. We searched the settlement as you ordered, and we found a lot of things. There were dead bodies everywhere, and the settlement was burnt to the ground. We were only able to retrieve a few documents," the sentinel said. Silence fell upon the room. "Did you find any survivors?" Kael asked. "None, Alpha. Everyone was dead. There was no sign of life at all." "What makes you certain there are humans?" Malakai asked as he squinted his eyes at the sentinel.

She stopped herself. Not her what? She thought of Marcus. Of Elena. The form of Lydia's smile. She remembered the night when everything changed, the night nobody was to remember. “No, no, no,” said Ava, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean anything." However, it did not erase the words on the screen. “Bloodline,” she read again. “It is possible that strangers can match, but not very common. Rare.” Her hands began to shake. "If I matched..." she said and could not complete the sentence.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

“You just drank from me and stopped . You chose me. Choose me again...Please...” The basement door explodes inward. Three wolves fill the doorway, half-shifted, eyes glowing amber and furious. Barion steps forward first, massive, scarred, claws out. “Step away from the bloodsucker, little girl.” Adrian snarls so loud the walls shake, straining against the remaining chains. “Back off,” I warn, planting myself between them and Adrian. “He’s chained.” “For now,” Galeon growls, younger, hotter-headed, already circling. “That thing killed thirty of ours last year.”

Trust felt heavy and necessary all at once, and her heart throbbed painfully between him and Elias, knowing the triangle she was trapped in was only growing more dangerous. As she turned back toward the shadowed halls, she knew one thing with certainty: the trials were far from over, and the awakening of her bloodline was only the beginning. Somewhere in the corridors, the cloaked figure waited, and Wind Grave Academy’s whispers promised that the next test would come not from her friends—but from the darkness itself.

"Unknown. They have been careful. What we do know is that they have already been responsible for three attacks in Eastern Europe. Two bloodline members injured, one killed." One killed. The first bloodline death since The Covenant's fall. "Call a Council meeting for tomorrow morning," I said, and the fifteen minutes of quiet balcony reading suddenly felt very far away. "Everyone needs to hear this." I hung up and sat for a long moment, Lyanna warm and trusting against my chest. "I am sorry," I told her quietly, though she could not understand. "I was really hoping for longer." She looked up at me with Owen's amber eyes and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

The air dropped ten degrees instantly. Cain tensed, fangs bared. “Stay behind me.” But I couldn’t move. The mark was burning, reacting. The figure’s voice was a whisper that echoed like thunder. “The Bloodline returns.” The sound hit me in the chest. My vision fractured, the world splitting into light and shadow. I saw flashes, memories that weren’t mine. A woman kneeling before a throne of mirrors and blood. Chains glinting in the dark. A blade held over her heart.

"Strong bloodline. Old pack lineage." "That's the problem. The baby is both. Your bloodline and his, and they're—they're not compatible. The power is trying to manifest, but your body is fighting it. And that fight is killing you." The words hit like fists. "What?" "I've seen this once before. Different bloodlines that shouldn't mix. The pregnancy becomes toxic. The mother's body rejects the power surge and—" She stopped. "And what?" "And the mother dies. Usually in the third trimester."