The Bloodline Novels & Stories

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

That bloodline. Alice? She was a threat to that. She left him, but not quietly. She fled to Dominic Grey. A name whispered like a death sentence. No one challenged Dominic. Not even Christopher. Not when he had the black market, and the loyalty of entire cartels. A notorious scavenging felon willing to gut someone alive who accidentally stares at him. Alice gave birth to a girl, Jewel Grey. It was Dominic’s. But Christopher insanely wanted Alice. So instead of fighting to win her back, Christopher settled for what was left.

"I am guessing you are a pure blooded vampire as well." "Yes... yes my prince." Raziel snaked his hand round her neck, not actually holding it tightly, but he gave the princess fright. "I come from a bloodline of powerful vampires my prince. We would be the perfect fit." She managed to say, and Raziel pressed on her neck a little. "You have heard about me right? I don't look back when killing my victims." He then looked straight at her as if he was referring to her, and the princess' heart skipped. "Your life is on the line here princess."

Not after seeing what was in front of them. One of them shouted something about securing the area, but it sounded distant, meaningless. A doctor pushed through the line anyway. Another followed. Then another. And suddenly the argument started. Too many voices. Too many decisions being made too late. “He is losing too much blood.” “We cannot treat him until the weapon is cleared.” “If you wait, he will die here.” Chloe lifted her head slowly. Her face was completely soaked, not just from tears but from blood she didn’t even seem to notice anymore.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

I looked at my father, demanding an explanation, but he kept his eyes on the hunters. He finally told me the truth. The Silver Bloodline was one of the oldest werewolf bloodlines in existence, a lineage that had once ruled over wolves long before modern packs and Alpha territories were created. My ancestors possessed an ability that made other Alphas fear them because they could command wolves without using physical dominance. Their blood carried an authority that other wolves could instinctively recognize, and when the true heir awakened, even powerful Alphas could feel the urge to submit. I stared at him, struggling to understand why he was telling me this now, and when I asked why anyone

Rowan was actually considering peace; Matthias had agreed to negotiate. And now it was expertly ruined by someone."There's another thing," Lucien murmured. "During my treatment, the physicians discovered Something. The poison—it was made especially for my lineage. Targeted to be most effective against descendants of King Aldric." Sera's breath caught. "Witchcraft isn't that. Witches are unable to produce specific poisons because they lack sufficient knowledge about vampire bloodlines. "No. But vampires do. Specifically, vampires who've studied our lineage for centuries." Lucien's voice was grim. "The Greythornes." "Cassius.

"Sleeping blood. Ember blood, buried in your line since your grandmother survived the fire. It said the ritual in the valley rang a bell loud enough for every hidden bloodline in these mountains to hear." "Every hidden bloodline," one of the healers repeats, horror dawning slow and cold across her face. "How many people in this fortress alone might carry blood like that and never know it. How many in Shadow Claw. In Ashveil. In every pack that fought alongside the Ember Wolves or against them twenty six years ago and just happened to survive with a few drops of that blood buried somewhere in their line." Nobody answers her, because nobody has an answer that isn't terrifying.

He explained it slowly, the way you explained something to a person who needed time to absorb each piece before you handed them the next one. His voice was old and careful and held the particular quality of a man who had been keeping this information alive in silence for a very long time and was relieved, finally, to release it. A Bloodanchor was not a wolf gift in the traditional sense. It was something older than wolf gifts. Older than pack structures, older than Alpha bloodlines, older than most of the magic the known territories had forgotten they once knew. It was a bloodline ability - passed matrilineally, mother to daughter, skipping generations without warning, appearing when the wor