Bloodline Vampire Novels & Stories

The look of one who was going to break a devastating news. "Luke was the first." Shiela continued "All vampires are from his bloodline. And now he's dead." "No.." Daniel's eyes widened in shock as he knew what she was trying to imply. Tears began to stream down his face. "God,No. Please,no." As if to confirm Shiela's theory, red veins began to form on Annabelle's arms and neck. Similar to the one on Luke before his death. "NO!! NO!! ANN,NO!!" Daniel cried frantically as he caught sight of the veins. " Stay with me,Babe. Please!! Please,I beg you!!"

“How far are you in the bloodline? He asks eagerly, as it's been a mystery to him why she can’t make her own lineage. “6th…” She responds casually. He almost choked on his spit. “Single-digit,” he mumbled. She nodded. “Citadel elders might capture and imprison me if they learn my bloodline.” She smirked, “The same goes for the Black Order, they will hunt me down if they learn about my existence.” “I thought Elder Mauritius knew about you…” he stated in concern. “He does know I’m a Vampire but has no clue that I’m old blood. The only people who knew about me as old blood aside from us were Velmont and Gertrude… And Tony, but he has no idea about the hierarchy.” She explains.

His ocean blue eyes are now dark and the pain is clear in them. I raise my hands and touch his cheeks. I caress his face and look him in the eyes. "Damien," I call him out. "Imagine this: a perfect life as a child with a big family to love and cherish. I was a young Vampire by then. All that mattered to me was my parents and my family. As a bloodline Vampire, my parents were also bloodline Vampires. Blood line vampires are original vampires not the turned ones. Bloodline Vampires are the only vampires who can have magical abilities," he says and then shuts his eyes. He rubs his forehead and then c

I rested a hand against my swollen abdomen and replied firmly, “Even without you, I can raise my children.” “And when they grow up, they will never accept a father who betrayed their mother.” His face drained of color. He looked at me, loss filling his eyes. “Vivienne… do you truly hate me that much?” he asked. I nodded. I did not blame him for seeking bloodline mutation by uniting with a human. In the vampire world, bloodline is destiny, and everyone seeks the pinnacle of power. Given such an opportunity, his desire to try was understandable.

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

Now it looked like they’d found their way to his new land too. As for humans, there was only one bloodline of humans who had the power to kill a vampire. It was the Tugurlan bloodline. Nandru thought that we were all annihilated until the call for the capture Bruce and me was put forth by Dracula. His den would have to be very cautious in their actions. We’d taken down Wadim’s den single handedly. He wouldn’t be so foolish as to allow us the opportunity to do the same with him. He put the word out for his entire territory to use caution when taking their daily fare and to be sure to take great care to ensorcell their donor so that there was no recollection of the incident.

Out of all of my five children, Vesper was the most content with his immortal life. "Repeat my words." I patiently reminded him while we both gazed down at the gathering vampires, circling the center of the court where the failed vampire maker was on his knees waiting helplessly for his execution. "A true vampire is the one who had sire children." Vesper said the words I've said centuries ago, "But father, I'm young." Once again his rebellious manner surfaced. "You are also my son, a prince of my bloodline. You're one of the oldest here, you just appear young, and now, you act like one. Children, my young prince, I want my bloodline strengthened."

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.