You Can't Cross The Bloodline Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I’m the one who broke your heart and drove you away. I’m the one who let him take you because I was too blind and stupid to see what I had until it was gone.” The raw honesty in his words made something inside me ache. “How do I break this?” I looked at the barrier between us. “How do I get you out?” Hope blazed in his eyes. “Your blood. You made this barrier with your blood. It will answer to you.” I didn’t hesitate. Using a sharp rock from the ground, I sliced open my palm, gasping at the sudden pain. Blood welled up, bright red against my pale skin. I pressed my bleeding hand against the barrier.

My eyes darted to the bed, to the note still lying there, mocking me from the pillow: You can change your name, but not your blood. I tore it apart, my hands shaking so hard the paper slipped through my fingers in tiny, fluttering shreds. The pieces scattered across the floor like snow, but even shredded, the words clung to me, burned into my brain like a brand I couldn’t scrape off. “You can change your name, but not your blood.” Blood. The word echoed in my skull, cruel and sharp. What did they mean by that?

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.

“What do you mean, more?” He tilted his head slightly, as if considering her question. "You think you're just a regular girl, don't you?" He chuckled darkly. "That your life ended when your parents disappeared, that you were just some orphan scraping by. But you're wrong, Karina. You're more than that. You're part of a bloodline—a very important one." Her heart stuttered in her chest. *Bloodline?* What was he talking about? "Your parents," he continued, as if reading her thoughts, "they weren’t just some random casualties of debt collectors. They were part of something much larger. And now, you’re tied to it too. Whether you like it or not."

( I inquired In a scared tone and met nothing but silence) My hands were pinned to the wall and I could feel the eyes of a stranger staring at me. "Can you please speak up?" I copied back my words. The stranger tugged my hair behind my ears and left still not being able to alter a single word. "Weird" I felt and left In a hurry only to fall my eyes to a bloodstain message on the wall, which reads, "life is full of ups and downs and at the end, we all have to pay for the crimes we committed, I am coming for you brother, get ready".

“I won’t—I won’t ask again—” “You won’t,” Marcus agreed. The word landed like a door slamming shut. Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Suffocating. The morning traffic continued around them, but it felt distant, like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them on that crosswalk. Marcus leaned in just enough that his voice dropped even lower—private, dangerous, the kind of calm that promised worse things if ignored. “I could make you disappear,” he said evenly. “And no one would ask questions.”

My world came alive, Thoughts of you never part. Chorus: Chorus: My heart beats for you, Only you my love. Our souls intertwine, A gift from above. Your touch sets me on fire, Your embrace is my home. Without you by my side, I'm forever alone. Chorus: My heart beats for you, Only you my love. Our souls intertwine, A gift from above. Bridge: Forever and always, Our love will endure. You are my everything, Of that I'm so sure. Chorus:

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

If I were a wolf, swimming across this lake would be no trouble at all - running around the lake would probably be even easier - but in this weak human body, all I could do was stand at the bank and stare at the way the moon shone on the water’s surface, rippling out gently in response to an unnoticeable breeze. As beautiful as it was, it was just another obstacle in the way of my true freedom from Alpha Kade, from the horrors of what my home pack had become because of my own family. But it was an obstacle that I could not pass in this condition, so I turned one direction and began walking, hoping that, at some point, I would find something that would save me.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.