The Last Bloodline Novels & Stories

Then I heard a voice: “She must never know. Until it is time.” Then silence. I gasped and opened my eyes. I was back in the room. Selene was still sitting there. She looked scared. “Sara? Are you okay?” I nodded slowly. “Yes. I’m fine.” She leaned forward. “What did you see?” I inhaled deeply as I looked around. “Selene… what I’m about to tell you is big. But please, don’t be afraid.” She nodded. “Okay.” I looked into her eyes. “The Thane bloodline… your bloodline… was believed to be gone. Extinct. The last known family from that line was attacked, and no one survived. That happened the same year you were born.”

“The last forty minutes. What has been given?” A pause on the other end. The specific pause of a senior mediator looking at a record and finding it significantly different from what she expected. “Names,” she said. “Not network names. Not the operational documentation we received from the actual Mace earlier.” She paused. “Different names. Elena’s name. The twins' names. Yours.” Another pause. “And the completion. A description of what happened at the original site tonight. The frequency. The anchor. The third bloodline.” She paused. “Elena, whoever gave this statement has described the third bloodline in specific detail. The child. The keeper lineage. The forty-seventh attempt.” She held th

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

The thin line of morning light had widened, slicing across the floor and catching on the TV screen like it was waiting for me. My fingers twitched and without a thought, I reached for the remote and switched on the TV. I needed something to drown out my thoughts. The screen blinked to life, and my heart slammed once again, hard. And there it still was. Still the same broadcast, still the same headlines. Still the same images of Ryder holding Arianna as if she belonged to him. Arianna in his arms, being shielded and protected by him. The worst part, being claimed by the Alpha King in front of the entire world.

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.

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

“How are you?” “Magnificent! Disappointed you didn’t abandon Rowan to join my harem, but as you are now blood, you are forgiven.” I giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I had no idea you were arriving.” “Neither did I,” Rowan grunted, yanking me out of Joaquim’s grasp. “The asshole arrived after Evelyn gave him directions at her home. The entire bloodline is descending like locusts because I announced I was shedding the business. They all have ‘projects’ they want me to lead.”

"Elder Qian." He almost smiles. "The Void Lineage," he says, "is the oldest recorded bloodline in existence. Pre-empire. Pre-sect structure. Pre everything you've been taught as history." He taps the jade slip. "Three thousand years ago, the last confirmed carrier was documented. After that — nothing. The lineage was considered extinct." I wait. "Then sixteen years ago," he says quietly, "my monitoring formation registered a pulse. One pulse. From a village at the empire's eastern border." He looks at me. "From a newborn."

"Not because understanding will change the outcome. But because I have been doing this for a very long time and I have never once had a Royal Wolf who understood what they were actually part of before the end. I find I want you to know. Call it professional courtesy." The column pulsed once. Cold and dark. "What I'm building beneath your feet is not something that can be stopped by sealing tunnels or posting warriors or using whatever the old woman left in that stone. Those things can slow me. Inconvenience me. Cost me time I will simply take back elsewhere." Another pulse. "The bloodline was always going to end. That is not cruelty. It is arithmetic. You are the last. What you carry ends wi

It was a bad combination. But the fact that they wanted his bloodline was the only reason they were alive. By the end of the trial, the Circle leash would probably be firmly back around his neck as punishment for all his sins, and Layla would be the icing on their depraved, rotten cake. They would make whatever deal kept them alive.