Targaryen Bloodline Novels & Stories

Ava let out a shrill cry, " Really? After sleeping with me, promising me to mark, getting me pregnant to ignoring my whole existence! That's who you are! You knew about her special powers. You marked her because you... you knew she was the Royal blood. " Her screams gathered a huge crowd and all the pack members murmured to themselves about her allegations. I wanted to intervene but then Alpha Tyrion took long angry steps towards her. "That's not my child first of all. " Silence fell over the pack and Alpha Kristian stood away from Ava. His mouth was set into a straight line and his eyes showed nothing except the blank stare focused on the back of Ava's head. "What are you even saying? This

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

"I am just one girl. How can a soul be divided?" ​"The Priestess called you the anchor," Lysander said, his gaze narrowing as he studied her features. "The Vaelcrest line was supposed to be extinct. They were the original bloodline that bound the high kingdoms together before the Ashthorne family took the throne by force. If you carry their blood... you aren't a mutation, little bird. You are the key to reversing the erasure." ​Before Seraphina could process his words, a strange, rhythmic throbbing began against her collarbone.

I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare. "They dominated wherever they lived — which made them a threat. But they couldn't shift. No claws, no fangs, no defense against wolves who could. So they were hunted down, one by one, until almost nothing remained." Relief and grief tangled together in my chest, so tightly I couldn't separate them. "How do you know I'm the last one?" My voice shook now, curiosity overtaking caution. "Because I have watched this bloodline die for four hundred years, Ophilia. Slaughtered, one family at a time — until a single couple went into hiding. Eighteen years ago, even they were found."

Something inside me twists again. I say, “What did you mean by ‘a bloodline that should not exist’?” Damon stiffens. “Aria…” “No,” I say. “Tell me.” He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them slowly. “My family’s line is complicated. There are… skills routed deep in our blood that only appear under rare situations. An Alpha child with a fated mate may show signs earlier than normal.” I try to stay steady. “And that’s what happened to Sera?”

I sit with that for a long moment. "Why are you telling me this now?" I ask. He looks at his hands again. "Because there is one more thing," he says. "Something I found in the oldest documentation. Something that predates my research by two centuries." He looks up. "The Nyther bloodline was not a natural evolution." I go completely still. "What?" "It was engineered," he says. "Two hundred years ago. By the first Bloodryn king." The world tilts slightly. "Say that again," I demand.

Vera pinched the bridge of her nose. “Apparently.” Thomas looked personally offended. “I've spent months risking my life for royalty without realizing it.” A few nervous laughs broke the tension. Even Kael almost smiled. Almost. Lucien stepped forward carefully. “The bloodline survived.” The realization carried genuine emotion. Hope. Wonder. Disbelief. His gaze remained fixed upon Kael. “The descendants of Ardyn never vanished.” Kael frowned. “My family ruled Nightbane for generations.” “Because the bloodline migrated north after the fall.”

"He was born not of pure Lycan blood, but of a union thought impossible, a king of the ancient Khragnir and a mortal woman of the Eastern Vale. Gherynil was strength incarnate, carrying more than the flesh of either race. And when he joined with Aeryna, their offspring bore both her divinity and his mortal-wolf essence." I swallowed hard, and my stomach drew into a knot that refused to loosen. The words clashed in my head like clanging bells, each one reverberating in its own pitch, then tangling into a discordant chord that was mine to carry. A bloodline stitched together from impossibilities, wound so tightly through centuries of war and survival that it somehow... against reason... had sp

he spat out, walking away from his mother. Queen Arundel sighed with a quiet expression; she walked up to him, held his hand as he turned to look at her, "I understand how you feel, but it is your duty, Robert. Apart from the normal wars, the hunt of witches stopped five years ago after your father killed the last witch; we all witnessed it. You know that humans and witches have nothing in common, and we can never relate; witches and humans are sworn enemies right in the days of our past kings. The surviving ones can never think of returning after they ran into extinction," she explained, staring at him, "You don't have to worry about that son. Your other duty of getting married to your fath