Tekken: Bloodline Cast Novels & Stories

Gordan gasped, his voice strained as he fought to stay on his feet. "It doesn't need to replace it, Sensei," Kitana’s voice whispered from the doorway. She had returned to the dojo, her porcelain mask removed, revealing a face etched with a cold, triumphant malice. "It only needs to silence it." She stepped forward, her movements fluid and effortless while Gordan struggled to even breathe. She executed a single, precise strike to the base of his neck—the "Severed Thread’s" final disconnection. Gordan Chen, the MMA legend and the heart of the "Old Guard," collapsed to the training mats.

Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. She finally lifted her head slightly, staring up at him. “I don’t know who you are… but you carry their mark. Their blood. Their legacy.” Kael’s voice was steady, but cold enough to freeze stone. “I am Alpha Kael Draven. Last of the Draven line. Alpha of the Dravens. Alpha of the Ashwood wolves. The blood that flows in me… is theirs.” The hunters collectively inhaled. The leader lowered her head deeper until her forehead nearly touched the dusty ground.

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

Steel flashed in trembling hands and their armor clanked with desperation. Evelyn moved with deadly grace, every strike calculated, every motion fluid. Her claws ripped through metal and flesh, sending guards crashing to the cracked stones. Teeth sank deep, jaws crushing bone, muscles coiling and snapping like springs. The fight was raw, brutal and swift, a violent dance of shadows and fury.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

“I’m sending you an image. Tell me if these locations match anything in our records.” She photographs the map, sends it in hirty seconds. “Jamie.” Jai’s voice is careful. “Roughly sixty percent match our database. The other forty percent are new. Bloodlines we don’t have.” She picks up the drive. “Kade,” she says. “Stand down. I’m coming out the front.” They put Cael in the second vehicle and on silver cuffs. Two Iron Wolves either side. He doesn’t object to any of it. Hemston watches him the entire drive. Not staring. Just that quiet sideways awareness he has. Taking something in.

It is crude, uninhibited, yet it exists. "Why me?" I whisper, barely audible. "Why do I have this—this power?" Lucian is indecisive in response. The lineage of your blood is unique, Freya. With something old, some mighty thing it brings. But that will get you, too, a target. The words of his send chills up my spine. "A target for who?" "Everyone," he says simply. The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right.

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

Tsukiko placed three bowls across a round table. One held seawater. One held black sand. The third was empty. "Blood," she said. Daigo dropped from the ladder. "You might ask first." "I did." "No, you named a substance." Tsukiko held out a silver knife. He looked at me. "She has not improved." I took the knife. Raiken caught my wrist. "Why hers?" "Because the name was cut from her blood." His eyes shifted toward Tsukiko. "Use mine."