Theme Song Bloodline Novels & Stories

But to learn, it must hear the original melody. Elidra’s heart sank. “The heartstone. The melody was in the stone. And I threw it in the river.” The stone was a memory. A score written down. The river is a good keeper. But the true melody… The dragon’s gaze became piercing. …it is in the blood. In the memory of the blood. You have the blood of one singer. Your mate has the blood of the other. The silent one. Cassian went very still. “My father’s line.”

Moana’s POV The grand bell did not just toll; it shook the very marrow of my bones. Each deep, resonant boom echoed off the jagged canyon walls, a formal announcement to the entire territory that the Blackthorn lineage had supposedly ended. They were singing a dirge for a living Alpha, clearing the table for a vulture. Sharon Bloodclaw.

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

I saw the land being bled, the green valleys turning to grey dust as the North used massive, rusted siphons to drain the ley lines. “The secret is in the marrow,” my mother’s voice echoed in the wind. I saw a Southern Queen, cornered by a dozen Alphas. She didn't fight with claws. She sat on the ground and began to sing—the same melody the "turned" scouts were singing at our gates. “They’re singing our song,” I whispered, horror dawning on me. “The song of the Rot... it was ours?”

She presented herself next to him. “Perform a blood bond on me and the child of the slave.” He said and the entire courtroom exclaimed at his words. Advisor Maevin bent his head in shame, trying to conceal the disgrace with a straightened stare. He quickly waved over a guard who stood against the wall, leaning in to speak into his ear. “Prepare a grave for the slave girl and her child.” He instructed and the guard left at once. No ritual preparation or blood divination! However, it didn't matter, cause if indeed she carried the seed of the dragonblood, Elira was as good as dead.

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

“It should. The prophecy speaks of bloodlines, not titles. Lynix carries the resurrection fire… your line, female-led or not, holds it. Your bite will count.” Relief flickered, but doubt lingered. “I need her blood. Her bite. Just once. Not war. One act to save us all. To save my mates. My pup.” I’ll… I’ll speak to her,” Ethan said, voice thick with conflict. “But I can’t promise anything. She guards our peace fiercely. The last time we helped in a war… we lost a lot of wolves.” “But if she agrees… I could get you three vials, one from each bloodline, mixed together… it might carry the same essence. The bite is symbolic of unity, but the blood is the key.”

“I and my kind serve your bloodline.” I blinked, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. “What… what bloodline?”

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”

“I don’t need reminding.” She stared at me as if searching for a punchline, as if this could somehow be a sick joke. But when she saw no humor in my face, only the exhaustion, her shoulders slumped. “How could your father do this to you? How could he just—sell you off just like that?” My throat burned, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping free. “Because that’s how it works in our world. What I want has never mattered. I’m a pawn, Gia. Nothing more.”