The Last Bloodline Novels & Stories

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 had read enough of the grimoire to know exactly what it meant, not just the severing of the bond but the severing of the part of a witch that had recognized it. The part that had opened. The rite did not distinguish between the bond and the witch who carried it. It simply cuts. My mother was willing to cut that part of me away. For the bloodline. For the legacy. For six generations of carefully maintained power that could not afford the complication of a fated mate who happened to be a wolf. I stood in the dark hallway of my family's house and felt, for the first time since the signing, something that had nothing to do with suspicion or resistance or the careful architecture of self-protec

Kael's expression remained calm as he gestured to the sentinel to continue reporting. "Last night, we crossed the western mountains and forest and got to Arandour. We searched the settlement as you ordered, and we found a lot of things. There were dead bodies everywhere, and the settlement was burnt to the ground. We were only able to retrieve a few documents," the sentinel said. Silence fell upon the room. "Did you find any survivors?" Kael asked. "None, Alpha. Everyone was dead. There was no sign of life at all." "What makes you certain there are humans?" Malakai asked as he squinted his eyes at the sentinel.

Dad said that he was blessed with Mom who was a blessed wolf, and Alpha David was cursed with a human mate, which was degrading for his bloodline. My mother was the first daughter in her bloodline. And according to Dad, now that the Fortner bloodline was smudged with human blood, it had lost its power, making us the Beaumont’s the last pure bloodline. Consequently, my sister is now the last female descendant of the last pure bloodline, and my father believed that Gabriella was the person referred to in the second prophecy. Dad was adamant about keeping her a secret because, should she be with her true mate, she would be the endgame for our species.

"Anything else?" He hesitated. I could hear it in the way his breath stopped, in the way he shifted his weight like the words were too heavy. "It is about the girl with the rare blood." he said. My jaw tightened. We had been hunting for one for months, the rare one, the bloodline everyone thought was gone. Powerful. Dangerous. Worth more than any of them cared to admit. She was the last one to remain on earth. I was one of them, with the rare blood until that night, when everything was destroyed and I became this.

I would never be able to drink the blood of any other again. I knew what she was now. An ancient, forgotten prophecy I’d read when the world was young had flickered to life in my memory. A single human bloodline, blessed—or cursed—by the Gods, with a single mutation in their DNA that allowed them to withstand us. An adaptation. The other supernaturals had feared it so much they’d tried to exterminate the line. I thought they’d succeeded. I was wrong. Trisha might be the last of them. A treasure, and I had let her slip through my fingers.

“I got you, baby. Just breathe.” Axel was on the ground twenty feet away, face down, arms twisted behind him by two enforcers. He was laughing, even with blood pouring from his nose. “She’s not just rare,” he called out, voice hoarse. “She’s the last one. The bloodline the elders hunted to death centuries ago. You idiots just handed her to me on a platter.” Elder Veyron ignored him. His eyes never left me. The fear on his face turned into something colder. Harder.

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

I stepped forward, my back straight, my chin high, though every part of me ached with the effort. One of the Moonblood Elders, a man named Lorik, spoke first. “Eliana.” His voice was calm, measured. “Thank you for coming.” I gave a slow nod. “I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” A murmur rippled through them, but no one denied it. Another Elder, this one Blackwood, leaned forward. She was old, her silver hair braided down her back, her face lined with years of hardship. “As you know you are the last of both our lines,” she said. “And the only one who can unite us.”

Looking up I see he is smiling. “I have been waiting for you, Lina.” “You have?” “Yes.” She smiles. “You are the last one Lina the last blessed wolf.” I look at her. “What do you mean? “ “Many hundreds of years ago I blessed three bloodlines. Two of those bloodlines being the women the last one the men.” She pauses looking sad. “But I didn’t predict how much it would be a hunted life, being a blessed wolf. I never thought my wolves would disrespect me so much. And I never wished for the bloodlines being forced to hide so they wouldn’t be found.