Bloodline Supernatural Novels & Stories

I huffed, easing the tension in my shoulder, and dropped to my knee, my eyes fixed with so much determination on the crystal. “I am still,” I muttered to myself. "You've got this, Lyra," I drew in a deep breath. Korra smiled, kneeling beside me. “Close your eyes. Breathe, Lyra. Forget what it should feel like. Forget everyone else’s story. You’re not Monica, you're not Uriel, Cassie, or even me. You are you! You are Lyra, the last bloodline of the moon! Let the crystal see that. Find your purpose!” Korra geared me.

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

“It was that night—the night I destroyed Nina—that I truly understood. The power inside me wasn’t a curse. It was a weapon.” Naviah’s presence surged, almost palpable now. “A weapon forged in sorrow and love. Our bond is the rarest kind—two souls bound across time and pain, intertwined in ways even the stars cannot unravel.” Evelyn reached out, fingertips tracing the invisible threads of their connection, feeling the pulse of ancient energy thrumming between them. “Caleb and you… it’s not just Damon and me. It’s all of us, bound by fate.” “Yes. We are reflections of one another—light and shadow, fire and ice. When Caleb is wounded, so am I. When you falter, Damon feels the tremor. Our destin

"Mary Hart, my bloodline has been watching you since your wolf awakened. We debated whether to reveal ourselves or stay hidden. But seeing what you have accomplished, seeing how you fight for people even at the cost of yourself, we decided it was time to stop hiding. The Crescent Moon Bloodline stands with you against Dr. Torres and anyone else who threatens the future you are building." She left before I could respond, and I sat alone in my office processing the fact that two supposedly extinct bloodlines had emerged in the past two months. How many others were out there? How many royal bloodlines had survived The Covenant's purges by hiding so deep that even ancient enemies thought them de

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided that I would take revenge with them but not them alone, the beauty of being a vampire, I would get to see generations of Forbes and I would make every generation suffer and die, it is a battle of bloodlines where the future generations would have to pay price of the si

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

“You have us all and you don't have to carry this burden alone “ Leandro was right and Seraphina knew it but she was scared of what might happen if everyone else knew. She trusted Leandro more than anyone, and if she was going to be the key to everything, he deserved to know. She had told him earlier about her bloodline but she hadn't been completely honest. “You already know about my bloodline and the circumstances surrounding my birth, " she began, her voice thick with emotion. “My mother was Hollow Born. That bloodline carries a curse and it was meant to die out. My father was from Isabella’s family. One of the Moonbloods.” “You've told me that already, Leandro said. “I know,” she said wi