Targaryen Bloodline Novels & Stories

I grabbed Kael’s shirt, “Do you want to kill me?” Kaelith looked at me sadly; he even trembled as he wiped my face, which was covered in my own blood. “Vaelora, your family’s curse is a pact with us. I can gain immortality, and the Haugen family can achieve complete success.” No, Kael must be lying. The curse—sacrificing every woman from the Haugen family so they can live forever? “The blood moon rises tomorrow. We have to take Vaelora now, Kaelith!”

If she thinks she will control every corner of my life, she’s mistaken. The other Royal Lineages will be delighted, of course. In the Royal Family, there are four great bloodlines. Vargas, ThornCrest, Lords, and Majesty. The first Alpha King was blessed with quadruplets. But when they came of age, the brothers turned enemies. The battle for the throne was bloody, ruthless. Eventually, the House of Lords was crowned, but he fell for an Omega. A stain to the name Royalty. An insult to the Crown. His enemies found their excuse. He was killed mercilessly and his omega buried alive. The House of Lords was cursed into extinction. When succession is discussed, their name is never mentioned.

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.

Alexander asked, his voice low, rough with emotion as he slowly stood. Gingi sighed, looking between us, reading Helsing’s hands. “It means your children are the heirs to an ancient legacy. The Lyan bloodline, once royal, once revered. It means they’ll have the strength of the ancient wolves... but also their instability. Their power will be more than most can handle. And they’ll need to learn how to control it. Fast. Also means, there about to be targets. Blood, breeding for power is…’outdated’ but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some who won’t come for it.” “They are children!” I snapped to my feet, nearly callasping on my wrapped leg.

He laughed, picking his jacket up off the arm of the chair. "It could be mine; you know that?" "The end result is still the same, son. You want your girl birthing evil! Because that is what you are! That is what causes through your veins, my demonic blood!" He was technically correct, but I wanted to believe I was more than that; since meeting Abigail, she had reminded me there was more to life than killing and chaos! "And even IF it is yours... Incest might have been the done thing for the Egyptians, Olympians and Targaryen's, but I am not sure how I feel about an eight-headed grandchild!"

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

“I have heard that once or twice, but you still aren’t, ” ​“The legends are completely true, Mom. Edemas really did get two kids to safety before the murders happened. They passed those genes down through the generations. The current royal family has been hunting and executing any child born from those heirs. That is exactly who Lyanna is,” I said, gesturing back toward the building. ​Mom went still, looking back and forth between Dad and me. “What is it you’re telling me?”

Briella asks me I nodded my head at her, letting her know that she could go ahead and tell Serenity the prophecy. “Serenity, as Alpha Brennon said, there is a prophecy to do with your family. Many generations ago, a prophecy came to light that there would only be males born to the Nightshade line. But there will be a generation when a female will be born to the Nightshade line. She will be the most powerful wolf of her generation. When she is born, it means that a great evil is coming unlike anything the world has ever seen. The prophecy also became general knowledge of the supernatural world. The prophecy was foretold by a very renowned witch. Her name was Morgana Fier. She was a high pries

It means you are becoming what you were always meant to be. I turn to the next page, and find an entry I hadn't read before: June 1, 2214 Your father is not just any Pure, my darling Lena. He is Jorah of the House of Silvercrest, direct descendant of the First Pack. The voice of command runs strong in his bloodline—the ability to compel obedience with mere words, to bend wills with a thought. It is a power meant for leaders, for those born to rule. In the old days, before the Great Divide, his ancestors were kings among our kind.

“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.”