Bloodlines Sl Novels & Stories

Paul's brow furrowed as he prepared to clear the air. "Our trust company always plays by the book. Mr. Smith's investment fell short of the 2.1 billion dollar mark, so by the letter of the law, that 1.8 billion isn't trust money–it's part of Smith Beverage Group's assets. "The rules are clear: only the Smith Group's heir can touch that cash, and that heir is Ms. Smith. She's the one and only rightful owner of the 1.8 billion." Ethan was floored, barely able to whisper, "No way! How on earth could Lily have access to that money?"

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

She stopped herself. Not her what? She thought of Marcus. Of Elena. The form of Lydia's smile. She remembered the night when everything changed, the night nobody was to remember. “No, no, no,” said Ava, shaking her head. "That doesn't mean anything." However, it did not erase the words on the screen. “Bloodline,” she read again. “It is possible that strangers can match, but not very common. Rare.” Her hands began to shake. "If I matched..." she said and could not complete the sentence.

Instead, I pulled the first tome free, dust cascading onto my bare skin. The pages were written in a mix of old Sanctuary script and something far older wild, jagged runes that made my blood sing. I read by the faint green glow of my own veins. “The Omega bloodlines were cultivated over centuries. Not to slay the Entity, but to perfect it. A vessel of pure obedience and ancient power, capable of containing its full hunger. The Stone Lord’s line was chosen as anchor. When the vessel bonds and then betrays, the double sacrifice will birth the Entity anew stronger, eternal.”

Hudson said. “Yes, they fucking will.” Dominic headed straight for the bathroom and left his bloody clothes in a heap on the floor and switched the water of the shower on. Steam rose quickly and Dominic washed his brother’s blood from his face and hands. ‘Fucking Eris,’ he thought to himself. Where had he gone? Dominic didn’t want to think it but he had the sinking feeling that Eris was killed as revenge for Alejandro. Was it possible that they knew Gage had killed him?

Alpha Collen mumbled in excitement. "But there is a little problem." The beta said. "What problem?" "The seer (witch) of the pack mentioned that the child in your mate womb is carrying the last bloodline of your great grandparents." He added. "That is not a problem, my child is special then, you know I heard from my parents that my great grandfather was a big red and black werewolf, I wonder what colour my child will be, even if my child doesn't inherit I or my mate's colour of the wolf, I know my child will have those wolf yellowish eyes just like every one of us here in our pack."

"Step aside. I'm leaving now! And you can also leave. From now on, the Gambino family and the Gervais family are no longer partners." As soon as I said that, Lucille suddenly lunged at me and slapped me. "Who do you think you are?" she screamed. "Our families have been partners for decades. Who are you to cut ties with us? "Don't you know that I'm best friends with the heiress of the Gambino family? Believe it or not, I might just kill you right now!" She suddenly fired her gun at me. The moment her bullet grazed my cheek, all the hitmen of the Gambino family emerged and aimed their guns at our room. Lucille's life was now at my command.

“No. I won’t let him steal what’s mine.” “You mean ours,” my father says. My jaw tightens. “No. Mine.” Sebastian speaks, his voice rough. “Even if we expose Carlos, it won’t be enough. Not if the pack’s scared.” “Then we give them something to believe in,” I say. “Something stronger than fear.” “Like what?” my father asks. I hesitate. Then I say it. “Me.” They both look at me, surprised. “I’m done waiting for approval. Done playing by their rules. I’ll show them I’m worthy of the bloodline.”

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.