Universal Monsters: Eternal Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Chapter 6: Blood and Silence "There have been recent killings in the barren lands a few days ago. Some vampires who had gone to farm clashed with rogue werewolves, who killed every vampire on the land. Now the lands remain barren with blood and bones, decaying." Carson said, looking at the Primus, who sat on the throne. His eyes were dark, bloody dark. There was no sign of white or colored pupils in them. His jet-black hair accentuated the curve of his face, which remained expressionless. His jaw was sharp, sharp like a knife, as if you could slice an onion with it. His lips, full and red, made every woman in the vampire lands beg for his attention. He was a sin god. The god Kanchelsis must

The ground trembled beneath me, and the air grew thick and turbulent, spiraling out of control. The darkness that had shrouded the sky vanished, revealing a crimson hue. A full moon emerged from the center, merging with the red sky, transforming it into a blood moon. A red mist blanketed the entire pack. I stopped screaming, but the force within me continued to surge, more violently than before. I could sense the turmoil inside me, as if whatever was happening was the source of the earth's devastation and the chaotic winds that intensified. I was no longer in control of my body, and the powerful force within me finally broke free.

He was looking at me and then his attention returned to Isla. "Now now, Ladies," Isla said. "Calm yourselves. We are not here to hurt you. Quiet." Isla waved her hands, and the Ladies froze, too. How was that possible? They were humans. And then I realized that the blood of the Neratomay flowed through their veins, which allowed the stronger Elders to control them. I closed my eyes and struggled against the invisible binds that held me, cursing and fighting internally while trying with all my might to free myself.

he threw a question with a look of curiosity on his face. “You may run or hide but you forget one thing, lord Draven,” Lilith spoke. “You forget that the diamond pack can trace you, no matter where you hide. You seem to forget, that they have a seer in their midst and can find you. Tell me one thing, where is she?” She asked. “She is safe, why?” Carl asked and at that moment, every pent-up anger he had for the woman he was speaking to, vanished without a trace. “You need to leave with her and I will come to get you. Don’t worry, I have a group of mercenaries that will help protect both you and her so there will be no troubles.” She replied to him.

Everyone had their place, whether they liked it or not. Solstice Hall was at the very top, home to those who owned everything. Their families weren't just wealthy; they controlled entire packs, territories, and businesses that kept the supernatural world running. These were the Apex wolves, the rulers. Their parents were alphas, war generals, or enforcers who had built their legacies through blood and dominance. Their children ran LuxeMount. They dictated who thrived, who suffered, and who faded into the background.

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.

“The one the Alphas pretend they won. The one they rewrote with silence and blood.” “There were once five great bloodlines,” she continued. “Royal. Elemental. Sacred. Marked by the Old Ones. Each sworn to protect the balance of our world - not dominate it.” “Your blood,” she said, pointing to me, “was the sixth. A hybrid line. A unifier. You were never meant to belong to just one House - not pack, not power, not title.” My mouth went dry. “A hybrid?” I asked. “Of what?” “Of them all,” she said. “Royal-born, elemental-blooded, and bound to the magic of the First Moon. The gods’ gift to the forgotten ones. The wolves who never bowed.”

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

“The coldest. The most dangerous warlocks. But they were wiped out centuries ago.” Lucy shakes her head, flipping to the next page. “Here!” She taps the parchment, eyes scanning. “Not just anyone can carry this curse. Only a few bloodlines can.” She begins listing them by names, marks, histories. Someone exhales. “That means the accursed isn’t from our bloodline.” They all let out a sigh of relief. But I'm not breathing. “How could someone like that be among us?” I ask, disbelief tightening my throat. “I’m not done,” Lucy snaps, her eyes cutting into me. “There are two more bloodlines I haven’t called. They’re wolves… just like us.”

Not on land. Not through ley lines. Through blood. I stagger upright. Ashcroft’s eyes sharpen. “You can’t anchor without foundation.” “You’re right.” I press my palm to the earth. But I don’t reach downward. I reach inward. The baby. Asher. Kade. Kieran. Three divine carriers. Bloodline. Not geography. If ley lines can be severed— Blood can replace them. It’s dangerous. Terrifying. But it’s the only option. “Isla, don’t,” Morgan whispers.