The Bloodline System Novels & Stories

The sheer amount of vitriol packed into her words is enough to send shivers down my spine. I blink. “I don’t–I don’t know what you’re talking about–” I begin, stammering. She rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. I saw the way you were looking at those baby clothes. It doesn’t even matter if you’re really carrying his child anyways–my heir will be the one chosen by the Moon Goddess!” My breath catches. I have no idea what I could even say to her. What if… what if she’s right? Alpha bloodlines are complicated things. In our world, only one child from an Alpha couple can inherit the purist Alpha bloodline. Even full biological siblings born from the same parents can have noticeable bloodline difference

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

"Today, we are discussing a highly specific scenario. How an Awakened with conflicting mythic bloodlines can maximize the Awakening of their preferred power." Arlo's head snaps up. His posture goes completely straight. This is the exact information he needs. "If Bloodline A is dominant, it suppresses Bloodline B," Hilbert lectures smoothly. "But by using a genetic primer serum and actively mimicking the mythical deeds of B...one can force a miraculous, secondary Awakening..." A violent vibration buzzes against my thigh. I smoothly slip my phone out under the desk, keeping my gaze casually locked on Hilbert's perfect, smiling face so he doesn't catch me texting.

"Open it." She opened it. The documents inside were dense, the old formal language of a different period, but clear in its intent. The bloodline covenant was exactly what Aldric's dissenting predecessor had described. Not a tradition. Not a customary acknowledgment. A binding covenant, set down in the founding period of the territory, between the power that had always moved through the land and the lineage that carried the capacity to mediate it. The Luna bloodline was not a title. It was a function. A living check on the accumulation of authority in any single governing body, operating through an access to the territory's old power that could not be granted by Council vote and could not be

“He believes Moonblood power can be extracted, replicated, and ultimately controlled if studied long enough.” The silence after my words stretched longer than it should have. Because I wasn’t finished. And I hated that I wasn’t. “There is more,” I said quietly. Lila’s gaze tightened immediately. I exhaled slowly, forcing the words out before I could stop myself. “Before he became alpha together with my grandfather and allies from other packs when the population of the Moonblooded dwindled they found... other ways to preserve what they took" I said looking anywhere but her face. “He called it lineage stabilization,” I said. “But it’s not. It’s a breeding program.”

Milo added. “Yes, the uncle system will still be in place.” Jason spoke again, “Sabrina and Riley made a good point to the council last night that the sperm bank will allow bloodlines to continue even if their father meets an untimely death as well, so they still get to be fathers even after death, which should allow many families to rest easy.” “Wait, what?” Brodie choked out, “So you could be pregnant with a pup from each male in the room with you while my brother is away on pack business? That’s insane.”

Those that were lucky to conceive, eventually die. Some were lucky enough to stay alive to bear at most three young ones and eventually die immediately after the third one. They are only one percent of them out of the whole supernatural world combined. However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily.

"And I'm telling you now because Rain is pack. And pack doesn't carry things alone." He let that land. Then he told them everything. He started with Marcus. With Lena's bloodline — ancient, dormant, the kind of lineage that got people killed for what it represented. He told them about the dream Rain had described, the painless edge of the shift, the speed and the vision and the way it had arrived without warning. He told them what Lily had confirmed. That it was only the beginning. That the powers were still surfacing. That the bloodline had chosen Rain specifically, and that people were already moving toward her because of it — drawn by something they may not even be able to name.

“I can feel it.” That stopped him. Not because he agreed. Because he trusted the way she said it. The being turned slightly toward the structure at the chamber’s center. “The convergence bloodline does not belong to a single family, nor to a single kingdom. It was created when the old powers began to collapse. To prevent extinction, the first makers chose one vessel to carry the memory of both forces.” Rowan blinked. “Wait. The first makers? What does that even mean?” The Alpha answered before the entity could. His voice was grave, strained, and more careful than before. “He means something older than the pack system. Older than the Alpha courts. Older than the blood wars.”

he said, the word heavy and ominous, "they didn't kill the bloodline, they hid it, they moved you into the human world, kept you under wraps, and waited, someone has been playing a long game, Thalia." I turned back to the window, watching the sacred flames in the courtyard, they flickered, dancing in a rhythm that matched the fire still pulsing in my veins, "if we prove the bloodline predates the caste system," I began, my mind racing past the haze of our encounter, "then the inspection—the Cancer classification, all of it—is legally void."