The Bloodline System Novels & Stories

“You said the fourth bloodline was inside her.” Caleb swallowed. “I said what I saw.” “That isn’t an explanation.” “I know.” I turned toward him. “Then explain it.” Caleb looked at me for several seconds before finally speaking. “The fourth bloodline wasn’t supposed to survive.” My stomach tightened. “Why?” “Because it wasn’t a family like the others.” Evelyn slowly moved toward the terminal. “It was a genetic branch,” she said. I stared at her. “A genetic branch?” She nodded. “An experimental bloodline created by combining genetic material from the four founding families.”

"How did you—" "We didn't send that. The Bloodline did. Three hours ago. We intercepted it." Luna leaned forward. "They're already targeting people connected to you. Using your loved ones as leverage. So you can tell us what we need to know, or you can wait for them to make good on their threat. Your choice." Viktor slumped. "The Bloodline. Twenty-three confirmed members. Ex-military. Ex-Circle. Ex-government. All people who benefited from the old system want it back."

“Is one bloodline not enough to cause a Blood Moon?” “No, it needs to be at least two,” she clarified. “The power shift is from one bloodline to another. So, somebody here tonight has to be from one of those original bloodlines.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “Someone like… Alpha Anders?”

"You're not an accident, Neah. You're the result of ten thousand years of careful genetic engineering." My stomach drops. "You're saying the Lycans planned this? Planned me?" "Not you specifically. But someone like you. A human carrier who would activate at the right time. When the balance between species tipped too far. When wolves needed Lycan strength but Lycans no longer existed to provide it." Liam's hand finds mine. The bond pulses warm and steady between us. "The Bloodline Project," Micah says. "They didn't invent this technology."

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.

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.

Old blood-magic, the kind that predates the current pack system, that goes back to when the Ashwood line was one of three foundational bloodlines on the continent and the rules about what was and wasn't permitted in working with inherited power were significantly less codified. "She was looking for a way to step into another wolf's bloodline," Jade said. "Specifically the Alpha inheritance line. If you could insert yourself into a bloodline's living record, you'd have a legitimate ancestral claim to the seat. Not a challenge. Not a coup. An inheritance." "That's not possible," I said.

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

“Hmm, mum you've always said that I'm special because I'm your only child and you and dad loves me so much” “Mmm, but that's not all, in our bloodline we can only give birth to one offspring, and right now you're the last of our bloodline, you're the last she Amy” “Okay mum but what does that mean, does it mean that I'm going to give both to one offspring too?” “This time it depends on who you end up with, I think a bloodline of an Alpha can change that but not every Alpha bloodline can change it” “But why mum, why does our bloodline always give birth to one offspring?”