The Last Bloodline Novels & Stories

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

For the first time since arriving, he sounded tired. “The problem is that impossible things keep happening.” Nobody argued with that. Because looking around, impossible seemed to be the theme of our lives. My mother continued. “When the Bloodline chooses an heir, it usually settles inside one person.” Her gaze moved between Lucien and me. “This time it didn’t.” The meaning hit me immediately. The Bloodline had split not because something went wrong but because it chose to. My stomach dropped. “You’re saying…” My voice faded. I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

I have no lineage documentation beyond—' 'Lineage documentation can be lost,' he said. 'Destroyed. Buried deliberately.' His voice was quiet but precise, every word chosen. 'What cannot be changed is what the blood carries. And yours—' He paused. 'Yours carries something that should not exist if the history I know is accurate. Which means either the history is wrong, or something survived that everyone agreed had ended.' She stared at him. 'What bloodline?' He was quiet for a moment. The kind of quiet that was not hesitation but selection.

Aurora leaned into her, trembling slightly but resolute. “We don’t run,” Sophia said quietly, voice steady. “We make tonight the one they’ll never forget.” They announced the stream immediately: “Bloodline Last Stand.” By the time the cameras went live, over 11 million viewers had flooded in. The sanctuary was packed with nearly twenty family members — cousins, second cousins, all consenting adults of the bloodline. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of warm oil, sweet leaking milk, sweat, and raw, collective arousal. Crimson lights pulsed like a heartbeat.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

Elena had made her move, and she had done so with blood. The retaliation wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t calculated the way she thought it was. No—it was desperate, reckless, and meant to force our hand before we could solidify our growing dynasty. But she had made a mistake. Because we weren’t just rulers protecting an empire anymore. We were parents ensuring that no one threatened our child before they even took their first breath. And that meant there would be no mercy. It came without warning.

“And you took Gideon from me. Now I’ll do the same to you.” Shit. Why had it not occurred to me that the lion asshole I’d killed might come back to bite me? The smell of blood met my nostrils, and I caught a glimpse of a small crimson streak running down Jay’s neck. Tera was unstable, and unaware of her own lacking control from the looks of things. Merrick eased my arm away from his abdomen, stepping past me. I started to move toward him, but he snarled into my mind in response, and I halted.

"I do not know what you mean, sir. I am just a scholarship maid." Professor Pendelton smiled a sad, tired smile. He leaned closer to me, his wise eyes locking onto my pupils. "A normal maid does not carry the Golden Royal Crest inside her blood. Your family line was supposed to be completely destroyed a hundred years ago during the great territory war. The world thinks your bloodline is extinct. But I know exactly whose bloodline you carry, Evangeline. You are the last true child of the Sun Pack." The empty hallway turned completely freezing cold. The silence between us stretched so tight it felt ready to snap.

“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.”

He said kissing me good night. I slept peacefully beside him and I had a terrible nightmare of someone chasing me and trying to kill me. "She is the last bloodline, kill her at once and set me free at once." "No, let me be, please, don't hurt me, please."