Solo Sikoa Bloodline Novels & Stories

Jeon with an arrogant smirk on his face. Eric turned towards his clan, “Winning is our habit, losing is not an option. We are..” shouted Eric aggressively and his clan continued, “BLOOD DIAMOND” Meanwhile, Mr. Jeon turned towards his own clan. “One Family, One blood, One soul!! Long Live…” shouted Mr. Jeon loudly and his clan completed his statement cheerfully, “DARK SAPPHIRE!!!!!!!” With that both clans started moving towards each other with the speed of light.

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.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

THE BLOODLINE BREAKER The silence that followed Sierra’s words stretched into something brittle and sharp. Liana's breath caught. "End... the bloodline?" Sierra nodded. "The bloodline of the First Wolves. The cursed kings. The gods who chained you to fate. You weren't born to serve their legacy, Liana. You were born to destroy it." Kael moved instinctively, stepping in front of Liana, shielding her as if from the truth itself. "You said she was Luna-touched. That she carried divine light."

You cannot flee. Ava’s voice, distant now, whispered in her ear: “Trust yourself. The bloodline will guide you, but you decide how you wield it.” Evelyn raised her head, taking a slow, steadying breath. She focused on the warmth in her chest—the pulse of her own blood, her own life, her own will. The whispers faltered, then scattered like leaves in a storm. “Good,” Lucien said, voice softer now. “You have control—at least for now.”

“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.

His eyes burrow into my soul as he says, “You’re my only living child, Raya.” “What happened to the others?” He breathes out a long breath, his shoulders are hunched like this is a heavy burden he’s been carrying for who knows how long. He shook his head, “My genetics are odd and I don’t know why. I’ve never been able to knock up another vampire, it was frowned upon that I wasn’t continuing my bloodline and damn it! I was fucking trying to.”

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.

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.

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.