The Bloodline Action Figures Novels & Stories

“We did.” Lyra stroked his hair. “Thank you.” “For not leaving.” “I'm not going anywhere.” “Ever.” The door opened. The Keepers entered. “The house accepts them,” the oldest said. “The bloodline is renewed.” The crystal in the Heart Room pulsed gold. Twice. MIDNIGHT Everyone left. Only the four of them remained. Lyra slept. The babies lay beside her. Kael watched from the chair. Rowan fussed. Kael was up immediately.

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

"It is not some arbitrary lineage we uphold out of habit. These bloodlines have produced the sharpest minds, the fiercest warriors, the most exceptional abilities our nation has ever seen." He let his gaze sweep across the crowd, seeking nods from the elders who had yet to choose a side. "Even Bethany Spirit," Winters went on, "the woman you just invoked as your paragon of righteousness—even she carried Alpha blood. No, she was not royalty, but that bloodline still ran strong in her veins. That is the reality of our world." He turned to Cade, lips curling into a sneer. "And you...? You are not part of that bloodline. Which part even are you?"

Nothing about girls like me. I put it back and grabbed another one. Rare Bloodlines. My heart picked up speed, thinking maybe this was it. But when I opened it, it just listed old names and pack symbols and what Alpha sons had carried special gifts. I wasn’t even from a famous bloodline, as far as I knew. I didn’t even have a wolf.

I never thought it had anything to do with Maliyla, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense; all the bad shit started happening right after she left. It wasn't until I started researching her bloodline that I found the most interesting thing about her. Until that moment, I did not know that a bloodline like hers existed, and I was sure that her parents didn't know. However, it now made sense why her father was such a skilled fighter and why everything started falling apart after she was gone. Maliyla came from the Odulf bloodline. As a result of having a member of the bloodline in the pack, it was said that all aspects of the pack would flourish. Although the books didn't hav

Rowan and Vanelope raised their tones, hands forming into a grip, and were about to get out when I stopped them. “He is trying to provoke you, don’t let him get to you.” I firmly told them, which made them nod before sighing deeply. I heard William chuckling again as if he was seeing everything happening inside the house, “Why don’t you come out and settle this once and for all.” “We already settled the score at the blood moon, you ran away, coward!” Rowan screamed. Silence surrounded outside. “I ran away because we were outnumbered, I am playing smart, plus, I did that on purpose for this reason.” William replied, “Using the only bloodline that could kill supernatural beings with the weapon

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

A throne forged generations ago, carved from the ancient spine of the mountain pack lands and reinforced with black iron and shadowsteel. Its high back rose like the wings of a great beast behind me, sharp edges and silver patterns marking every line, the symbol of Shadowcrest’s dominion. My cape of dark fur spilled down the steps like a river of night, pooling at my boots. My posture was relaxed, but the air around me wasn’t. Power hummed from my skin, crackling faintly like a storm held deliberately at bay. No matter how long I sat here, no one ever forgot what my presence meant, what my presence felt.

“The markings on the girl—are they truly…?” “Yes,” Arthur said. “She carries the White Moon bloodline.” Shock rippled across the room. Elder Drax slammed his fist on the table. “That bloodline died a thousand years ago!” Arthur’s voice dropped into a deadly calm. “And yet she sits beside me.” Mira studied Tyla more closely, eyes sharp and cold. “Show us your arms.” Arthur snarled. “You will not demand anything from her—” “It’s fine,” Tyla whispered, touching his hand. “Let me.”