Bloodline Supernatural Novels & Stories

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

I flipped to the back of the book. The last chapter was titled "The Line of Lunae: Unique Manifestations of Power." I sat down on the stone bench and started reading. The Line of Lunae possessed a unique gift, separate from the standard Alpha bloodline abilities. This power, known as the Blood-Call, allowed those of Lunae descent to feel and influence the emotional landscape of those around them. Unlike empathic abilities, which are subtle and passive, the Blood-Call functions more like weather. It can be gentle or it can be a storm, depending on the wielder's emotional state.

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

“That’s not reassuring.” Blake ignores him. His eyes never leave mine. “James didn’t just mark you,” he says. “He triggered something.” Cold dread settles in my stomach. “Triggered what?” I ask. The fire in my veins surges, answering before he does. It coils tighter, stretching, unfolding, like something long asleep is finally waking. Blake smiles. “The bloodline,” he says. “The one everyone thought was a myth.” Ethan stiffens. “No.” “Yes.” Blake’s voice is reverent now. “The Goddess-bound line. The kind that doesn’t manifest unless pushed to the edge of death.”

Silver energy burst from his hand and the force hit Serena directly and pushed her backward several steps. The crowd gasped loudly again and even Serena looked shocked for a second. “You dare touch me?” she snarled. “I should have stopped your bloodline years ago,” the Elder replied heavily and my stomach twisted. Bloodline. Years ago. This had started long before me, long before Black Hollow, long before Kael. My mother had been trapped inside this nightmare first. I looked at Elder Marrow slowly. “She knew, didn’t she?” Pain crossed his face immediately. “Yes.”

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”

“I want to help, so I inhabited Clara and came in person, so to say.” “Okay, well, it’s good to see you again,” Maia said, releasing her from their hug. Susan Hemingway was confused and wasn’t used to such activities taking place. She was witnessing this for the first time. “Sorry, what were you saying about the Blood Lord?” Maia asked. “This is a descendant of the Blood Lord bloodline,” Clara said, looking at Susan. “Oh, yes, Blake said that he had met with a family of Vampires not too long ago. Welcome, dear.” Maia said and hugged Susan as well. “Becoming part of Blake’s harem?”

She simply closed her eyes, breathing slow and deep, her fingers resting lightly on the armrests of her chair. When she finally spoke, her words were so calm, so matter-of-fact, they made my skin prickle. “Selene…” She opened her eyes and fixed them on me. “You carry a type of blood that is… rare. That is why he seeks you. Why he claims you in your dreams.” My heart skipped. “What do you mean?” I whispered. Her lips curled faintly, as though she found my fear amusing. “There are ancient bloodlines, child. Blood that remembers. Blood that calls to the divine… and the damned. Yours is one such bloodline. It is what draws him to you—what binds you even across realms.”

Rowan and Vanelope raised their tones, hands forming into a grip, and were about to get out when I stopped them. “He is trying to provoke you, don’t let him get to you.” I firmly told them, which made them nod before sighing deeply. I heard William chuckling again as if he was seeing everything happening inside the house, “Why don’t you come out and settle this once and for all.” “We already settled the score at the blood moon, you ran away, coward!” Rowan screamed. Silence surrounded outside. “I ran away because we were outnumbered, I am playing smart, plus, I did that on purpose for this reason.” William replied, “Using the only bloodline that could kill supernatural beings with the weapon