The Bloodline Action Figures Novels & Stories

His skin was tanned and freckled, mirroring the fur of his wolf, a rusty dappled colour. Sapphira had to admit. He was hot, especially when he was pissed off. He was still pondering what to do with Lucas after he had explained that he had lost control. Torin, the football player, was also the Beta's son, and so Alpha Kai had a reason to come down hard on Lucas for attacking him. This is why Sapphira stayed away from the leaders of the pack and their heirs. Politics.

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

The figure raises a hand, and every rogue stops. Then he speaks, his voice like splintered stone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” My father steps in front of me. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged,” the figure says. Calm. Cold. “What do you want?” I shout. “You. The child of prophecy. The last seal.” I flinch. “I’m not anyone’s seal.” “You wear your mother’s blood,” he says. “But not her burden.” “What do you know about my mother?” I demand.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

I said. “When does your flight leave, and why didn’t you call me before now?” he asked, and I could hear the anger rising in his voice now. “You can’t help me with this, Dad. You need to look after the pack and keep Saga safe. Tala will be safe with me and Falcon,” I said. “Kai, I don’t understand what the royal families have to do with us, or with all of this,” he said. “We’re the fourth blood line, Dad, that’s why I’m going to Scotland,” I said, and the signal cut out.

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

In the centre stood a low altar carved from a single piece of black granite and on it rested a shallow silver bowl filled with dark water. “This is where the Bloodline Rite was first performed,” she said and rested her fingers on the edge of the altar. “It was never about crowning a queen. It was created to bind unstable bloodlines, to steady heirs born from two rival packs so the child could not be weaponised by either side.” She met my eyes.

However, some rare Ancient Draconic bloodlines could still be known by others. For example, the Shadow Bloodline, the Slaying Bloodline, the Darkness Bloodline, and so on. These bloodlines could perfectly cover themselves up and disappear without a trace. According to Zephyr Khan's observation, Ying Jiu's bloodline should be Dark Shadow bloodline. The Dark Shadow bloodline was an incomparably terrifying bloodline. Its frighteningness was not due to the shocking destructive power of this bloodline, but rather because of its property. It could almost perfectly hide in space and merge with the whole space, forming an almost invisible posture.

Big Black whimpered as if it was sad. It was born here. This was its home. Unlike Big Black, Little Apple's face was stiff. He could no longer suppress the pull of the bloodline power. A roar came from Little Apple's mouth, and a stream of bloodline power rushed to the sky. As the power of Little Apple's bloodline surged, Big Black finally crawled down quietly. At this time, the whole ancient battlefield became restless.