The Last Bloodline Novels & Stories

This time, i didn't wait for him to finish speaking, "If you go find her now, then we are done." My slightly voice was firm and decisive. Although I like him as my mate and am happy to marry him, it doesn't mean that he can ignore our wedding.. Respect for others cannot be subordinated to love or mate bond. "When I return, we can discuss all topics." "No need for that." I gulped and then continued, "I Selena Habsburg, the offspring of the Habsburg lineage of the Shadow pack, hereby reject..." Before I could finish my statement, William glanced at me with an icy eyes.

“The Silver Rock is not under Fire River’s control. “You’re right. But they did surrender that day. And we were overrun. And my family, was forced on the run. The Alpha of Fire River had us chased. He wanted all the living ranked members gone, so that they could start a new. The strongest bloodlines needed to be gone. We ran for years. And we were alright, until we had a close call when Nov was 6. And then we were forced to change tactics, for our family’s future.” “How did Silver Rock not end up under Fire River’s control then?”

Kieran is reading off his phone so I can only assume that they messaged them. “How? There aren’t any current registered bloodlines – and why Him!” I can’t believe it’s possible. The last registered bloodline disappeared over twenty years ago, just when I had them in my grasp. Just when it was all about to come together – for me to be able to take my rightful place.

Dante asked quietly, "is she?" Katrina's smile widened. "Silvermoon bloodline. The last one. The bloodline every pack thought was extinct.”

“It is.” “Then why come after me now?” Nate’s smile faded slightly. “Because marrying you didn’t get me what I want, so it’s time to try it another way. And you’re the last one.” The words hung in the air. Ryan blinked. “Last one of what?” Nate’s eyes never left mine. “The last heir of the bloodline that stole everything.” “You’re wrong,” I said quietly. Nate’s head tilted slightly. “Am I?” “Yes.”

Her eyes were sharp, assessing, and for the first time Evelyn realized the full weight of Ava’s warning. “You felt it too,” Ava said softly, her tone tinged with awe. “The bloodline… it’s stirring. It won’t wait for you to be ready.” Evelyn’s chest tightened. “I don’t understand. How? Why now?” Ava shook her head. “It doesn’t care about understanding. Only survival. And you—Evelyn—you are at the center.” The words hit like a dagger. Evelyn clutched the book tighter. “I… I need to know what’s happening,” she whispered.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

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 pressed my hands flat against the cold ground. I had known, somewhere beneath everything, that I was not who I had been told I was. I had known it the way you know things you are not ready to say out loud. But hearing it from another person's mouth, simply and without softening, sat in my chest like something heavy finding its resting place. "What am I?" I asked. Not who. What. The old woman's amber eyes held mine across the fire. "You are the last of the Red Moon bloodline," she said. "You are the last Red Wolf alive. And you carry something in your blood that has not existed in this world for three hundred years."

“Behold the truth hidden among you.” I clench my hands into fists. “Hidden?” I snap. “You chained me to a platform in front of everyone.” He ignores me. “Long before this academy existed,” he continues, “the Ebon Testament warned of a bloodline capable of altering the fate of all paranormal beings.” The screens shift. Pages flip. Old parchment. Black ink. Familiar writing. The Ebon Testament. Or something wearing its skin. Highlighted lines burn red. IVY LYOVLES SHALL BE KILLED, FOR SHE SHALL BE THE LAST BLOODLINE OF THE CURSED GENERATION.