The Bloodline Action Figures Novels & Stories

“The elders you fought were only one faction. A very old one, but… limited.” Jake leaned against the wall. “And your council?” “We oversee balance among supernatural groups across the world.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “So what does that have to do with my kids?” Vale looked toward Finn and Liam, who were now trying to stack hockey pucks like building blocks. “The twins carry a rare bloodline.” Mara spoke quietly. “It’s not just vampire.” Alex felt a chill. “What do you mean?” The Truth About the Bloodline Vale placed a small metal device on the table. A soft projection appeared above it—an image of glowing symbols arranged in a complex pattern.

Now come home to the one who truly owns the bloodline. The gold light around Elias and Liora flared brighter. Their eyes turned toward the broken doorway where a figure now stood in the smoke and dust. The figure stepped forward into the light and the children did not run. They walked toward it with steady steps while Damien and Zara lay motionless in the rubble, human and broken and no longer able to follow. The figure smiled with Zara’s mother’s face. The bloodline always returns to its source, it said. And I have waited a very long time to take it back.

“They’ve been building toward this for thirty years. Your victory over Prime accelerated the timeline.” Jamie stares at him. “How many bloodlines.” “Three thousand four hundred and twelve. Based on the database you stole from headquarters.” Cael’s voice is flat. “They have their own copy. More complete than yours. Every name. Every location. Every dormant carrier who doesn’t even know what they are.” “When?” “Sixty days. Maybe less.” He nods at the drive. “The planning documents are on there. Dates. Coordinated strike teams. Everything.” The room is very quiet. “Why should I believe any of this,” Jamie says.

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.

"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 scoffed lightly, “So he is here to take revenge on me because his sister was one of my victims? How incredulous and heart touching. Such a strong bond between siblings.” “He has a powerful background and a legitimate backup, he won’t be easy to get rid of, Alpha.” I let my gaze focus on his name: Lincoln Barney. “If he studied in the Special Police Academy for so long, that means he knows what he is dealing with. He knows he is not just dealing with a fellow human being, or some petty criminal or some serial killer. He knows exactly what he is dealing with.” And he has snatched two shipments from me already, which had only contained (Human BloodType - AB) . It was in a large quantity and s

She then gave it to him too, his brows furrowed in apprehension. “What's it babe?” I asked curiously. “War is coming, we should be ready.” “So we'd go now.” Anita said, pulling Martha out of the office. “What did they steal, Kael?” His blood shot eyes peered at me. “The Bloodline scroll.” “What's that?” He heaved a sigh of worry and said. “It's a powerful and ancient scroll that was used to find the direct lineage of any wolf alive. All that is needed is blood.”

After half a year to two years, for those who had realized the control his blood had over them, he had become ‘mysterious’, ‘unknown’, ‘threat’. Not even they, those who knew the source of the blood that gave them exponential power, ever spoke about Corien having or possibly having any links to any bloodlines. ========== Corien stood before his brother, former friend, now enemy. Dax rested on his back foot, glaring at him. In his mind, he wanted to strike, but his body would not move. “You know full well what an ancient bloodline means to this pack. She can lead or support the next ruler. There is no need to speak of dispatching anyone,” Corien stated calmly.

Leandro coughed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “We can’t hold this line without Tristan!” Seraphina gritted her teeth. “No. We don’t need Tristan.” With a swift motion, she reached into her cloak and pulled free the blade passed down through her Hollow Line bloodline, its hilt a familiar weight in her hands. “We need to fight like the ones who refused to bow.” Leandro grinned despite the blood running down his face. “Gods, I love you.” “Then stay alive,” Seraphina muttered, and with a fierce shout, she ran straight into the next wave of fire.