Solo Sikoa Bloodline Novels & Stories

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

“Shh. There’s nothing wrong, baby. Nothing. Mommy and Aunty are just talking, okay?” Sapphira’s eyes flicker to Sage at the sound of her voice, sharpening with cold determination. “When I took you, I’d planned to have you mate with other powerful males and give birth to children with Blood Shade blood in them. That way, our bloodline would be revived.” My jaw falls open in shock. “What? Is that why you’d been pushing me to find someone else all along?” She nods in agreement and waves off my shock. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. What’s a small sacrifice for such a big prize?”

“I know it sounds crazy… but believe me, it’s true.” I’m watching her carefully now. Reading the tension in her shoulders, the stillness in her stance. She’s not spitballing. She’s not guessing. She’s thought about this—probably over and over again, turning it around in her head until it made enough sense to say out loud. “We’ve been researching,” she continues. “Trying to figure out which of the bloodlines I came from. We came from.” That part catches in my chest. We. “We dug through what we could find—old records, pack stories, bloodline traits. Physical markers. Based on our features, and a few... other things, we had speculations that it might be the Darvosi family.”

Sergio said, "The Blood-Eye Chairman of Tristars Group, and Sorya's top fighter, the invincible Waylon Sloan... These two are prominent figures on the world stage. Their combined force: Waylon's Aether Balance martial path and the Blood-Eye's financial storms, has swept across the globe, leaving countless victims in its wake. "Although you're a promising talent in the Harding family, in my eyes… Kyrie, you're nowhere near Ezekiel's level!"

It tugs a smile from my lips, and I lean in and assault his cheek with a quick kiss. “That goes for both of you… We are aware that Kaelin is somewhat of an enigma in the pack, and his powers are unmatched. The Gohz’aan of Dii land. I’ve heard enough of the rumors since Colton met your alpha to know that you harness an ancient, dark, thought-extinct bloodline. It’s not a secret among the Santos.” She adjusts her hands on her lap. “Don’t give the pack any reason to ostracize you, either out of fear or resentment.”

She picked up the basin, her knuckles white against the metal. "Mia. Tell me." She leaned in one last time, her breath hot against my ear. "There are whispers... about the old blood. About the one who claimed her before the pack wars." She swallowed hard, the name catching in her throat before it tumbled out. "Soren. They say he left a mark on her that wouldn't let another man’s seed take root, let alone be born." Before I could seize her shoulders, before I could scream at her to explain how a dead man could be killing my wife from the grave, Rika’s voice cut through the air like a whip from inside the room. "Mia! Get back in here now! We’re losing the rhythm!"

"Yes, I met my mate and I think she is a descedant from your bloodline. I want to know when she is born, please Dahlia." Orion looked like he didn't want to live anymore and I think Dahlia noticed this. "I can't tell you when Poppy is born but I can tie you to Willow's bloodline because I can't have children so she must be from Willow's blood in that case. Wait here" Dahlia said and hurried after Willow. She came back after a short while with a bowl with blood in it. "This will bind you to her bloodline but it will be both a gift and a curse, are you sure of this?" she asked and Orion nodded and glanced at me and I smiled a little smile and nodded.

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

Damien said quietly. "I knew it was a possibility," Silas said. "The records were specific. Luna bond with human bloodline during conflict produces what they called a Prime. A child with authority over wolves that is not limited by pack structure or bloodline loyalty. Something that could command any wolf regardless of their allegiance." He paused. "Bloodclaw has been looking for this for years. They have been tracking luna bloodlines and old records across three territories trying to find any evidence that it could happen again."

“and the blood matched yours” The room fell silent, the weight of Jake’s words hanging in the air. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. No. No, this can’t be happening. “Yes..” Selene added. “Delta Derrick had donated some pint of blood to his brother who unfortunately was one of the victims of the attack,” she paused. “When the Luna, called to inform me she found the crest and suspected Delta Derrick, it prompted me to cross-match with the remaining blood he has donated.”