Theme Song From 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.

At least, she didn’t care for our fight. “I hope I never have to see you again,” she snarled, before she turned and ran. I didn’t understand what was happening or where she thought she was going, until I looked up and saw the front door had been left open. She was making a straight b-line for it. She was going to escape for the last time.

We stay like that , foreheads touching, breathing each other in, until the chains start to creak again and the crimson begins to swallow the silver once more . And somewhere far away , in a throne room made of bones, Valerius opens his eyes and smiles at the ceiling . “The leash tightens ,” he murmurs, licking a drop of ancient blood from his thumb . “Enjoy your little sunrise, children. Sunset always comes .”

I carry the Godfather's bloodline. The air froze instantly. Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside tightened suddenly. She let out a muffled cry of pain but did not dare struggle. "What did you say?" The words squeezed out between Marco's teeth. His eyes locked onto my flat stomach, as if fire might erupt from them at any moment. The next second, his thick hand wrapped around my throat. "You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather."

“We did.” Lyra stroked his hair. “Thank you.” “For not leaving.” “I'm not going anywhere.” “Ever.” The door opened. The Keepers entered. “The house accepts them,” the oldest said. “The bloodline is renewed.” The crystal in the Heart Room pulsed gold. Twice. MIDNIGHT Everyone left. Only the four of them remained. Lyra slept. The babies lay beside her. Kael watched from the chair. Rowan fussed. Kael was up immediately.

“What?” “A theme song, Valentine, I think we need one.” “Hmm…” She contacted her last living brain cells, as she looked for a best theme song for the both of them. “Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley?” He shook his head. “The song is nice but it’s the most common one amongst the elders today. We need something that suits the both of us.” “I really don’t have anything in mind,” she laughed sheepishly. “Then, let’s seek help from our magical friend!” he announced. William reached out for the stereo to change the music. A different song came out, making him to sing along.

The air dropped ten degrees instantly. Cain tensed, fangs bared. “Stay behind me.” But I couldn’t move. The mark was burning, reacting. The figure’s voice was a whisper that echoed like thunder. “The Bloodline returns.” The sound hit me in the chest. My vision fractured, the world splitting into light and shadow. I saw flashes, memories that weren’t mine. A woman kneeling before a throne of mirrors and blood. Chains glinting in the dark. A blade held over her heart.

Her eyes locked on the ceiling and she didn’t blink. “Mrs. Thorne,” I said. “It’s Audrey.” She turned her head too fast. Her eyes focused with sharpness, like she’d waited just for this moment. “Your mother tried,” she said. Her voice was rasped. “She begged the bloodline to cut ties. But it never forgets. It never dies.” I was surprised. No... I paused. That’s all. Just enough to realize something cold was working its way up my spine. “What bloodline?” I asked. “What did she try to escape?”

He could sense the bloodlust rising within him, threatening to take over completely. **** Selena's POV I was in the Witches' quarters with some other witches, including my mom and grandmother. Ava and my dad were out on the battlefield. No matter how much I tried to stay calm, it just wasn’t happening. I could feel it all around me—the cries, the howls, the pain. Rufus was losing the battle. "Mom, please. You have to let me go," I pleaded for what felt like the hundredth time, feeling an overwhelming force pulling me toward the battlefield.

A bloodline web spun by fate, and a bait intricately made for the dragon’s success. Michael’s lips were in a frown, and his brain was in a frenzy as he tried to understand the words that were coming out of Kane’s mouth. The soldier didn’t say anything aside from agreeing now and then to what the man in front of him was saying. Kira and Michael knew that they were planning something big since Kane mentioned to the soldier that the plan must not be told to the old Sparo Mondragon, his father.