The Last Bloodline Novels & Stories

"What do you mean, become like you? I can never be like you. You are different from anybody else." "My difference is my greatness. I am the first of my kind, but I can make others like me. I can make you like me if you will consent to our blood mixing." I didn't know what he was offering, but it frightened me, that his blood, even a little, should get inside mine. "What would your blood do to me?" I it, the space beyond the black space in the sky where the yakshinis came from. Just with that tiny bite I felt as if every drop of my blood turned from red to black. I felt invincible.

“Because she’s the last living bloodline of the name they erased.” Nothing makes sense, what does he mean by that. “Last living bloodline? That’s my sister, we have two other sisters if you don’t know that and by us being sister we share the same bloodline unless there is something else you are trying to say right now.” With the fight and everything that has happened in between, Aly is very agitated and I can know that feeling very well. He took a deep breath. “The fact that your sister is the last bloodline is a known fact, but even we don’t know what that means. Your father knows this and even your mother. I wish they were here to answer to that.”

I said. “When does your flight leave, and why didn’t you call me before now?” he asked, and I could hear the anger rising in his voice now. “You can’t help me with this, Dad. You need to look after the pack and keep Saga safe. Tala will be safe with me and Falcon,” I said. “Kai, I don’t understand what the royal families have to do with us, or with all of this,” he said. “We’re the fourth blood line, Dad, that’s why I’m going to Scotland,” I said, and the signal cut out.

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

“But you do. You know what your father would do if he found out some girl dared to stain his legacy. And you know he wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep doing it.” Ethan didn’t speak. His silence was louder than any denial Alexandra took a small breath, letting her next words land slow and sharp. “Now...let’s talk about my father. He’s been looking for an excuse to remind everyone why bloodlines matters. She’d make a perfect example.” Her gaze burned. “So go ahead. Be noble. Be brave. Let her be the headline, the cautionary tale, the poor stupid girl who thought she could rewrite legacy with feelings.”

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

I decided to go back to the topic my brother & I were discussing before we got called to dinner, & inform my brother & sister about our mother's witch bloodline. "Oh, Gavin. What I was going to say before we got called to dinner was about our mom's bloodline. Apparently her ancestors did something to offend one of the Goddesses that helped create the bloodline, so she cursed it to end. Our cousin Andre will be the last witch Timekeeper." I told him solemnly.

he said, "and you reached into the deeper layer, the thread below the Royal power… What you touched was not part of your lineage." I held very still. "Meaning what?" I asked. "Meaning it did not come from the Royal bloodline." He turned back to me. His expression was the most unguarded I had ever seen it. Not afraid exactly. Something older than fear. Something that had been sitting with knowledge and wonder for a very long time. "The Royal lineage is ancient. Centuries old. The last of that bloodline was believed destroyed in the war that wiped out the first White Wolves." He paused. "But what you are carrying beneath it is older than that. Primitive maybe."

Rhea, dying in a pool of her own blood, had watched the entire scene. A bitter, mocking smile touched her lips. "The Bloodline Recall has a fatal flaw. It automatically stops when the deceased's memories are too traumatic. It stopped when she still had a sliver of hope. Father, do you have any idea what kind of hell she went through after that?" Kaelan was silent, his fists clenched so tightly he forgot Lilith's hand was still in his, nearly crushing her fingers.

Because for the first time, the scattered pieces of the mystery were beginning to fit together. The child. The memories. Alika. Everything was connected. But it wasn’t finished. The ink continued moving. Forming a second sentence. A sentence that made every muscle in Lazriel’s body tighten. “If her memories return first...” His hand gripped the edge of the table. His breathing slowed. Then the final line appeared. “The Blackwell bloodline will end.” Silence consumed the room. No sound. No movement. Only Lazriel staring at the page without blinking.