Season 3 Bloodline Novels & Stories

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

Elara presented her findings on the morning of the fourth day, in the small session she had requested with Draven, Lyra, and Kieran rather than the full council, which told Lyra that what she had found was significant enough to want the immediate circle's response before it went wider. She laid out the documentation on the table with the organized precision of someone who had spent four days putting things in the order that made their significance most immediately apparent. "The third bloodline exists," she said, without preamble. "The historical triad Azrik describes is documented in three independent sources, two of which predate the Purge Wars and one of which is a survival record from du

Too tidy a lie. He sifted through whispers, old documents, fragmented testimonies. The threads were faint, but they pulled toward a root no one dared speak aloud. Why was Jace taken in so easily? Why was he molded into the perfect heir, the unshakable son? What secret lay beneath the man everyone believed they knew? He smiled, thin and sharp as a knife’s edge. The truth was waiting. And soon, it would unravel everything. The pieces were scattered, yet they formed a twisted mosaic—three families bound by blood, betrayal, and secrets buried beneath layers of power.

“No. I won’t let him steal what’s mine.” “You mean ours,” my father says. My jaw tightens. “No. Mine.” Sebastian speaks, his voice rough. “Even if we expose Carlos, it won’t be enough. Not if the pack’s scared.” “Then we give them something to believe in,” I say. “Something stronger than fear.” “Like what?” my father asks. I hesitate. Then I say it. “Me.” They both look at me, surprised. “I’m done waiting for approval. Done playing by their rules. I’ll show them I’m worthy of the bloodline.”

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

You survived them. The café’s door chimed as people came and went, laughter drifting in. I stared at the window, at a group of teenagers who shoved each other playfully, carefree, untouchable. “I wish I could disappear,” I whispered. “Start over somewhere far away. Where I’m not the daughter of a mafia boss. Where I’m not about to marry a monster.” Gia reached for my hand, her grip firm. “Then let’s do it. I would help you, Bella. We could figure something out—”

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

He reads further. "THE BLOODLINE MUST BE PRESERVED." His heartbeat picks up at that. Bloodline? What bloodline? Then the next line hits him even harder, and makes him wonder what the hell is going on here. "THE FIRST VIABLE FEMALE HAS TO BE GIVEN AS PROMISED SEEING AS THE THIRDS HAVE NOT BEEN." Sage goes completely still at that. "No," he says. His eyes move over the sentence again. Slower this time and more carefully. He reads it slowly hoping for the words to change, but they don't change. They stay exactly the same.

I said. “When does your flight leave, and why didn’t you call me before now?” he asked, and I could hear the anger rising in his voice now. “You can’t help me with this, Dad. You need to look after the pack and keep Saga safe. Tala will be safe with me and Falcon,” I said. “Kai, I don’t understand what the royal families have to do with us, or with all of this,” he said. “We’re the fourth blood line, Dad, that’s why I’m going to Scotland,” I said, and the signal cut out.