Bloodline Vampire Novels & Stories

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.

He looked professional and watchful. "Captain Kael," he said, bowing quickly. "I will escort you, Lady Lena. We must stay on the designated route." As we walked through the huge, silent palace halls, I decided to use the opportunity to gain some more info. "I found out that having a blood mate is good for vampires and particularly for the Lord because of his bloodline," I said quietly, referencing the texts I had just read. "That must put him under great pressure, especially since his father's murder. He must be surrounded by enemies but he is in a weakened state seeing as he isn't feeding well."

“No, Viola has done blood drives, that means that she was giving her blood freely. It was always red.” “Before her wolf was present you mean?” Jake asked as he stepped behind Trenton. He looked at my father meaningfully and turned his head to me. “Angels, full angels, bleed silver. When that is mixed the blood is typically red, unless they are also a hunter. An alpha bloodline only.” My eyes widened in surprise. This was the answer I had been searching for wasn’t it? I knew I was a hybrid, my father didn’t know what I was, said it was too dangerous to look into, and yet here was my answer.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

He was quiet for a long moment. "Original full blood vampire," he said. "That is not just rare Tyra. That bloodline is the vampire equivalent of a founding pack. The source of everything that came after it." He looked at her steadily. "That blood in you is not just vampire blood. It is the beginning of the vampire world." She stared at him. "The beginning," she said. "Yes," he said. She looked back at the diary. Turned the page. People think being a full blood vampire means hunger and darkness and all the things the stories say.

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

This was neither the time nor the place, however, and I'm sure that Paul knew it wasn't over. In the meantime, he was adamant that it be more than an agreement but a blood promise, which is an oath that cannot be broken between vampires. It required each of us to share our blood, facilitated by a quick bite to our wrists and then sharing it with the others much like the ceremony that initiated us onto the Council. Alexis gave Kaniji a chilly look when she dared to look at him as if his blood was on the table for the offering, and she swiftly lowered her eyes. No one took blood from an Elder … Well, except for someone so blinded by her own lust that she acted without thought of consequences.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

"How did you—" "We didn't send that. The Bloodline did. Three hours ago. We intercepted it." Luna leaned forward. "They're already targeting people connected to you. Using your loved ones as leverage. So you can tell us what we need to know, or you can wait for them to make good on their threat. Your choice." Viktor slumped. "The Bloodline. Twenty-three confirmed members. Ex-military. Ex-Circle. Ex-government. All people who benefited from the old system want it back."

Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours. And then—Gabriella Vitale, Alessandro’s niece, a woman who had never been involved in the war, never part of the strategy, never meant to be caught in this. She had been left in the wreckage of the attack—a message. One that meant Elena wasn’t just playing for power. She was playing for pain. And that meant she had just signed her own death sentence. Leonardo stood beside me in the estate’s war room, the map of Milan spread before us, the details of the attack now evidence.