Solo Sikoa Bloodline Novels & Stories

Sophia By decree of the Council, after enduring the Trial of Strength, the Trial of Wisdom, and the Trial of Loyalty, and after demonstrating unwavering integrity, compassion, and the spirit of sacrifice…” “…we name Sophia of the Silverfang bloodline the rightful Luna of the Moonshadow Pack.” The grove fell silent for a single breath. Then applause rose like the rush of wind through the trees,soft at first, then thunderous. I barely heard it. My knees nearly gave out, not from weakness but from the weight of everything leaving me all at once,pfear, pressure, pain. I exhaled a shuddering breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, and that’s when I felt Damon.

He said and corrected himself immediately, knowing how the first sentence sounded. "The Albert line is the only bloodline with Stepanov genes that could still produce alphas and mighty ones at that. I want to see why. I just need a blood sample. I promise I won't harm you," He said, rushing through his words so I do not interrupt him; I did not know what to say. Knowing we needed him did not leave me any choice. "If I give you the blood sample, you won't ask something else of me again?" I asked, and he nodded.

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.”

The distinction was small but significant. Leonard turned to her, his dark eyes searching her face. "Are you alright?" "Yes," she answered, surprised to find it wasn't entirely a lie. "Who was that?" "Salvatore Conti. He controls most of the shipping routes along the southern coast." Leonard's hand came to rest at the small of her back again, guiding her toward a quieter corner of the ballroom. "We have... history. He's testing boundaries." "Using me," Isabella said flatly.

Rhea POV "You must be joking, right? You do not actually expect me to do just as you wish with me. How could you say that? I have to bear you an heir? All of you? No, that is not possible. What do you think I am? An incubating machine that can just produce for you when you want or like? No, you can't do that to me. I'm here to pay off debts, not become someone who just delivers heirs for you guys. No, I can't do that. Even if I accept everything that you guys are saying, even if I know it is crazy, this is one thing that I am not going to do. What do you think I am? What do you want me to do? I accepted to stay here and pay Alaric's debt, and now you expect me to start bearing heirs for you?

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

Sia opposed. "It's for her own good Sia. I never thought I would do this, but I am begging you. Don't let my alpha die. She needs you". It was a desperate plea and Sia looks away from Lyles pleading face to Sia's bandaged neck. "I will give her my blood. Let's see if that works then.", he said. Lyles beamed. "Here, slit your wrist. I will open her mouth". Lukas was fully against this idea. What Sia was about to do was create a blood bond, the greatest of all bonds. Blood bonds were rare and once formed, can never be broken. Sia had a mate out there and should stop.

She laughed, low and dark, and pulled her shirt back on. The fabric stuck to her skin, still damp with sweat. "Means I'm harder to kill than most." In the years that followed, whispers started in the towns where they scattered. A doctor in the city noted Lia's bloodwork—off-the-charts hemoglobin, impossible recovery times. Micah's bar fights left bones broken, but never his. The stranger she rode in the barn? He woke the next morning with split knuckles already knitting together. By the time the first grandchild was born—cord thick as rope, wailing loud enough to shake windows—the bloodline had already begun its quiet conquest.

If the Council knew about the Silver Bloodline triplets, they wouldn't just want a loan, they would want her children as political pawns. "Change of plans," Sierra snapped, her CEO persona snapping back into place. "We aren't going to the merger. Elias, call the Shadow Pack. Tell them the Sovereign is calling in her favor. If the Council wants to play with my family, I’ll show them why the Silver Bloodline was once the only thing keeping the rogue wars at bay". Elias grinned, a dangerous, beautiful sight. "Finally. I was getting tired of the boardroom, Luna. Shall I prepare the war room?"