Tremors 5: Bloodlines Novels & Stories

A surge of blame rose within her; what was she expecting? Her father tortured her elder sister and mother all their lives; who was a mere servant that he would blink for? She swallowed the lump in her throat, turned around without another word, and walked away. The tears laced in her eyes were fighting hard to drop, but she was far more determined not to shed a drop for the monsters she shared blood with. *****

Their small bodies arched as the ancient bloodline claimed them fully for the first time. Lucian screamed in pure rage and lunged for the nearest control panel. Damien met him halfway. Claws and fists and blood filled the space between them while the building continued to die. Zara collapsed back into human form in a heap of blood and light. The power was no longer inside her. It lived in the children now, fully awake and fully theirs. Elias and Liora stood hand in hand, eyes pure gold, small bodies already shifting at the edges as the bloodline settled into its new hosts. The automated voice reached thirty seconds. Containment breach imminent. Serum release in twenty nine seconds.

Aurora leaned into her, trembling slightly but resolute. “We don’t run,” Sophia said quietly, voice steady. “We make tonight the one they’ll never forget.” They announced the stream immediately: “Bloodline Last Stand.” By the time the cameras went live, over 11 million viewers had flooded in. The sanctuary was packed with nearly twenty family members — cousins, second cousins, all consenting adults of the bloodline. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of warm oil, sweet leaking milk, sweat, and raw, collective arousal. Crimson lights pulsed like a heartbeat.

The expression of a man who has just had a gap in his understanding identified by something filling it. “The records,” he said quietly. Not to me. To himself. “There was always a gap in the records. A section I could not account for. Something that should have been there and was not.” He looked at me. “I assumed it was lost. Destroyed by the corruption.” He paused. “It was not lost. It was placed.” I pressed the phone back to my ear. “The fifth bloodline,” I said. “What does it do. In the same way the others each have a function.”

The blood in the third vial looks wrong. I can’t explain it, which is what bothers me, but something about it is wrong… My hands are shaking again. I try to steady them, but it won’t work. It smears in weird, patchy lines, almost as if it doesn’t want to be there or is trying to hide. This is my blood.

Then came the trembles, shivers then nothing. "Not now pet,you can't cum before I tell you!" I felt his monster take me ,its full glory being felt in my stomach. His movements fast,each thrust hitting the forbidden spot repeatedly. The pain from not cumming drove me insane,the pleasure from it invoking incoherent noises from my throat. "Cale... I want to come." "Not yet." His movements turned heavier and harder,the monster in me became bigger,then trembles.My shaft shooting seeds all over his torso,my hole generously coated by his hot seeds.

My whole body trembles, fine tremors building into violent shakes as reality crashes through my shock. A piercing scream cuts through the chaos – maybe my own, I can't tell anymore. Before I can turn toward it, strong arms wrap around me, yanking me down and under the wooden ceremony platform where musicians had played celebratory songs just minutes ago. The sweet scent of crushed grass and fresh earth mingles with the metallic stench of blood as I'm pulled into the shadows beneath.

Tremors wracked his entire body, and he fought to remain upright as waves of anguish crashed over him. Ederic's surroundings seemed to fade away, his senses dulled by the overwhelming grief. The world became a blur for a moment, his vision clouded by tears. He moved closer to his mother's bedside, standing there as if in a trance. His trembling hands reached out to touch hers, the effort to steady his own shaking fingers a monumental task.

“I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. After all, why should you feel the need to get hold of these trivial things?” “Zanxer!” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn White man! Give it to me, or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Orda grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add, I am sorry. I don't have anything you talk about. Just go to hell!” The big man suddenly jumped at Orda and slashed his strange weapon. The movement was so fast and sudden. Orda parried it with an ax, making a strange clanging sound from the impact of the two.