Theme Song Bloodline Novels & Stories

I had trusted the face that turned on me, fought beside them, bled beside them—and now their blade had found my blood. I staggered through the wreckage, every step dragging the weight of exhaustion behind it. My power still flickered under my skin like trapped lightning, unstable and whispering things I didn’t want to hear. The whispers were older than me—older than the moon itself. They spoke of the bloodline, of oaths broken and bonds cursed. Auren’s presence was faint, buried somewhere deep in the noise. I couldn’t tell if it was real or if grief had finally learned to imitate his voice. But the pull toward him hadn’t vanished. It twisted through my veins, defying reason and distance.

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."

My house was still burning and I came out from its depth, stood there for a moment in dark, watching it burn to the ground the one mighty Jonas villa was now burning to ashes, who might have wondered if this could be the way for the tragic end of the Jonas Dynasty. When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided tha

I huffed, easing the tension in my shoulder, and dropped to my knee, my eyes fixed with so much determination on the crystal. “I am still,” I muttered to myself. "You've got this, Lyra," I drew in a deep breath. Korra smiled, kneeling beside me. “Close your eyes. Breathe, Lyra. Forget what it should feel like. Forget everyone else’s story. You’re not Monica, you're not Uriel, Cassie, or even me. You are you! You are Lyra, the last bloodline of the moon! Let the crystal see that. Find your purpose!” Korra geared me.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

Tala closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she felt the eastern wards of the glen groan against the sudden, unnatural pressure. "He called them," Tala whispered, her voice stripping away all warmth, hardening into matching shards of ice. "The billionaire brat couldn't win with his human toys, so he’s throwing a tantrum with the dark realms." Soren’s jaw tightened, his posture shifting instantly back into the lethal, unyielding Forest Guard leader. He looked out across the misty valleys toward the coast. "The blood-born. Malakai is pulling in the feral lineages, the mercenaries of the night who don't care for treaties or sovereign law."

A throne forged generations ago, carved from the ancient spine of the mountain pack lands and reinforced with black iron and shadowsteel. Its high back rose like the wings of a great beast behind me, sharp edges and silver patterns marking every line, the symbol of Shadowcrest’s dominion. My cape of dark fur spilled down the steps like a river of night, pooling at my boots. My posture was relaxed, but the air around me wasn’t. Power hummed from my skin, crackling faintly like a storm held deliberately at bay. No matter how long I sat here, no one ever forgot what my presence meant, what my presence felt.

From behind the throne, the trees parted— And something began to crawl through. Not Nova. Not a wolf. Not anything with eyes. Just shape. And shadow. And breath that smelled like the end of time. Nova turned toward it, her body trembling. “We’re too late.” I pulled my blade. Alex stepped in front of me. Chito shouted from the ridge. But I already knew— This wasn’t a choice I could walk away from. This was the moment the bloodline claimed me back.

But the weight of his stare lingered, burning into me. And for one strange, fleeting second, I wondered if this was what it felt like to be… free. Then he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I am not to be feared. “ I nodded. I dusted off my dress, cheeks still warm, when a faint voice drifted through the open hall window. Low. Measured. Serious. Kavin’s, yet he wasn't there. Was I being haunted? Only one word reached me clearly. Bloodline. My breath hitched. The laughter curdled in my throat.

“The bridge is calling me. In a few hours… I’ll have to make the choice. Unity with his bloodline… or war.” Damien knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you choose, we stand with you. This is our family. Our legacy.” As the enemy forces closed in and the base defenses strained, one final message appeared on the emergency screen: “Four hours until breach. The rival bloodline is coming for its rightful heir. Choose wisely, Voss.” The war between bloodlines had truly begun.