Sl Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

Seris’ eyes darkened. “I do not know all the branches,” she said. “That is not evasion. It is truth. Bloodlines wind strangely. Cross. Dilute. Concentrate. I can *feel* the pattern in you. In your very marrow. But tracing each step back would require more time than these bones have. I can tell you this: your line is not ‘pure.’” Luna almost laughed at the word. “Thank the Moon,” she muttered. Seris’ mouth quirked.

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.

"I should have let her blood feed the soil before she ever stepped foot in that fortress." Suddenly, I whipped my head up as I paused, remembering something—Sylas. The name drifted through the fog of my rage like a lifeline. Sylas, the old hermit on the edge of the forbidden woods, the one who dealt in the dark arts that even the pack elders feared. He had been obsessed with the history of the blue bloodlines for decades.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

“Oh, this is getting good.” I shot her a look. “Don’t.” “I’m silent,” she said, making the sign of zipping her lips before, immediately sipping her drink again. Lydia’s eyes flicked between us before settling back on me. “You’re the one he’s partnered with.” There it was, her real aim. “We established that yesterday,” I said. Karl gasped; yeah, I hadn't told her the whole drama just yet. “And I’m still surprised.” I leaned back slightly. “You should work on managing your expectations then.”

“Before Nightbane. Before Silver Creek. Before the packs divided themselves into separate territories.” She stepped toward the cracked altar slowly, her fingers brushing across ancient markings etched into the stone. “There were once two ruling bloodlines,” she continued. “One carried authority strong enough to command wolves. The other carried the ability to strengthen and stabilize that power.” My stomach tightened. I already knew where this was going. Seris looked at me. “Silver Creek descended from one line,” she said softly. Then her gaze shifted toward Kael. “Nightbane descended from the other.” Silence filled the chamber again.

The dry notation of a man cataloguing a subject. The subject was the golden bloodline. Ava read over his shoulder. Page by page the entries filled in — carrier locations, activation events, failed manifestations, bloodlines that emerged and were suppressed before they developed. Generation after generation, tracked with the patience of someone who understood that what they were waiting for might take a very long time. The writing became more focused as the years advanced. *The Sterling line is the strongest candidate in three generations. The omega born to the Evergreen keeper carries the full inheritance. Waiting for maturity. Waiting for the correct pairing.*