Theme Song Bloodline Novels & Stories

Upward into something above me that did not have a name I knew but had a presence I recognized. The Moon Goddess. A frequency,something that had been the source of the bloodline's source for longer than the bloodline itself had existed. The origin point of everything the Nightmoon line carried. I went toward it. The warmth that came back was nothing like the healing warmth or the battle light or the silver of the confrontation. This was all of them. Every frequency the bloodline carried arrived in the space between my ribs and expanded outward through my skin in every direction at once.

"I have the blessing of the Light. My bloodline is..." "Your bloodline is a marketing campaign." I cut through her. "Lumira just proved she's a demigod of an entire species, and you're still talking about 'blessings'?" Before Jaxon could fire back, a sound vibrated through the room. Not a voice. Not a growl. A low, resonant hum. Gothic. Haunting. It pulled the temperature from the air. A melody of ancient pain, layered with razor-sharp hope for vengeance.

“She’s good for him and he’s good for her.” “Just tell Arya not to call me ‘daddy’,” Hudson said. “Fuck, Hudson,” Gage said, but his lips curled up in a smile. The conversation turned back to the Chinese, their locations, safe houses that we’d discovered and their main source of income, which were drugs. Between Wrath and Hamil, they’d gotten us a shitload of information we needed to work through. We would strike back, here in the city, in Briarwood and the surrounding areas and anywhere else they tried to hide. We were going to eliminate an entire bloodline, like Dominic had done with the Italian Mafia 23 years earlier.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

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.

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

"You are my army. The souls of the maji bloodline all lead back to you." ***

Chapter 7 The night air felt heavier than usual, thick with a strange tension that no one could quite explain. After the Shadow Council’s threatening message, the team knew they had little time before the next attack. Clara barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the burning village, her grandmother’s face, the looming shadows… and now the message echoing in her mind: “The bloodline will fall.” Morning light spilt into Mike’s apartment as the team regrouped, exhaustion etched into each of their faces. Mike stood in front of a large holographic map of the city, pointing at glowing red indicators.

Only then does he speak. “You’re waking up, Rayna. That’s what the bloodline does when it’s threatened. It waits. And then it remembers.” “What bloodline?” He looks at me like I’ve already asked the wrong question. Or like it’s too soon for the right one. “You’ll know when you’re ready.” Gods, I want to scream. Instead, I stab a piece of meat with the spoon and shove it into my mouth, half out of spite. It’s… good. Too good.