Theme Song From Bloodline Novels & Stories

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

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

Big Black whimpered as if it was sad. It was born here. This was its home. Unlike Big Black, Little Apple's face was stiff. He could no longer suppress the pull of the bloodline power. A roar came from Little Apple's mouth, and a stream of bloodline power rushed to the sky. As the power of Little Apple's bloodline surged, Big Black finally crawled down quietly. At this time, the whole ancient battlefield became restless.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen. I welcome you all to this wedding where God is present and anxious to bless Saint and Kaelis as they begin their married life. Let us rise and sing the chosen hymn, Ombra mai fu.” The first notes sounded out as we started to sing. Kaelis’ lips barely moved and I felt the first stirrings of guilt. She didn’t know the song. She wasn’t Italian, and had no idea we’d have a traditional wedding. Color rose in her cheeks and I squeezed her hand, wanting to offer her a little support.

She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather. Ethan noticed, he leaned close, voice pitched for her ears alone. “You okay, Moonbean?” She nodded once, small fingers tightening around her cup of warm cider. “It’s close.” He didn’t ask what. He simply rested his hand on the back of her chair, a silent promise. The music swelled. An elder rose to begin the oath recitation. Three hundred voices joined in low, reverent unison, “We are Blood Moon. We are one heart, one fang, one future...”

"My father's daughter. Me." "You." His hand closed around my arm, not hard, but firm. Unyielding. "You're the key, Luna. The last of the bloodline. The only one who can undo what your father did." He pulled me toward the door. "Now come. We don't have much time."

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

"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.

I was given one more chance. I was reborn to the day the victims' family first came to our house. As I stood outside the airport, I heard the cab drivers calling for fares. The noise buzzed around my head, and a fierce excitement rose inside me. I held my phone, waiting for Maeve's call. Sure enough, she called three seconds later. "Lydia! What do I do? Someone scraped my car while it was parked!" In my last life, she had said the same thing.

“Take me! I’m the one you want, right?” “Not really.” A shot rings in the air and a patch of blood covers my mother’s chest in the same place as it had thirty years ago. I run toward them, but it’s too late. Rose clutches her middle and falls to her knees, blood gurgling from her lips. A tear slides down and clings to her upper lip as scarlet red explodes from her stomach. “No,” I whisper, then roar, “Noooo!” I startle awake, my clothes sticking to my body with sweat and my pulse close to beating out of my throat.