Wicked Bloodline Tier List Novels & Stories

He seems pretty controlled. "The pure breeds are rare, Lorey. Compared to other species, they are still only in their hundreds globally..... Darrius here is from the house of Danesti, one of the oldest in the vampire hierarchy, second to Draculesti.... The high lord's bloodline. Your bloodline." Now that makes me snort and choke in disbelief as lame movies we watched in the orphanage appear in my head.

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

"You muttered something from your father. Now I understand it. You have alpha blood, I can see it in your eyes." She looked away. Talking about her family was something that still hurt her, but she nodded. "It's a distant bloodline. I think it goes back to my grandfather from my mother's side." "But it's not recessive," Kincaid muttered. "It's still in you, lurking underneath your Beta genes." She shrugged and said, "Maybe." Kincaid suddenly remembered his encounter with the witch Sofia, and what she had said to him. She had told him that his destiny was entwined with that of the Bloodwolf of this century, and she had warned him not to leave the meeting.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

"That is utterly unacceptable. Completely beneath you." My wolf surged, a tidal wave of protective fury. Darkar's growl echoed violently in my head, demanding blood, demanding retribution for the insult to our mate. "Say another word…" I warned, my voice barely more than a whisper, but the threat in it unmistakable. "No lesser rank will be tied to my bloodline," my father went on, either not hearing the danger or choosing to ignore it, his voice rising with each word. "Our lineage will not be contaminated by weakness, by someone who exists to submit, to serve, to—"

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.

They dictated who thrived, who suffered, and who faded into the background. Below them were the wolves who mattered, but not enough. Their parents were Beta wolves, high-ranking enforcers, or heirs to allies of the ruling packs. They had power, but it wasn't their own. It was borrowed. They got invited into the elite circles, but they knew their place. They could sit at the same table as the Apex wolves, but they could also be replaced, discarded or ignored at any time

Heidi still didn't look at Brawen once, her eyes still looking at the clear moonlit lake, showing disdain, probably because she was a C-rank vampire. In this world, Vampires are divided into 5 ranks: Class A (pure line), B (noble), C (commoner), D (Human turned into a Vampire), E (degenerate species). As for the hunters, they are not divided by bloodline, but by strength: SS (extremely strong - max power), S (very strong), AAA (Strong), AA (Medium), A (feebleness).

Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a pup with pure golden fur, and suddenly her home was overflowing with admirers praising her husband’s powerful bloodline. Humiliated, Damian turned vicious. He berated me constantly, furious that he hadn’t chosen Chloe instead. In the Alliance, werewolf bloodlines fell into four ranks: Omega Black Werewolves, Beta Gray Werewolves, Alpha Silver Werewolves, and Golden Lycans. Each rank was divided further into low, average, and high categories.