Bloodline Vampire Novels & Stories

"He never did." "No." Devon agreed simply. "He used her the same way he has used everything else in his life. As a tool. Nothing more." "You mentioned her blood… ” I said, forcing the conversation forward before I let myself sit too long in that particular thought. "And her bloodline. What does that mean? ” Devon's expression shifted, something more serious settling over his features. "Vampires can recognize blood by scent, Alaric. Not just individual people. Entire lines. Families that carry something distinct enough in their blood that it lingers for generations."

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

—echoed like a ticking bomb inside my chest. Why turn himself in now? Why after all this time, after everything he’s done? Because he was done being the hunter. He wanted to become the bait. And we were too grief-drunk to realize it. The Chevres. That name has been vibrating like a warning in my skull. Rosetta. Damon. The whole damn bloodline. They’re still out there. Jace pulled the bike to a stop by a cliff that overlooked a black stretch of forest. Stars bled into the open sky. For a second, it felt like we were just...people.

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

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

“Date a werewolf. Date a dragon. Date that guy who made you get hurt if you so please, and make the most of your time here.” ‘Because when you leave, there’s no guarantee you’ll live.’ Jake didn’t say that part, but his voice said it all. But hell, Syanna wasn’t going out that easy. She now understood why Jake called her bloodline a ‘burden.’ But there had to be a way to stop this vicious cycle. There just had to be. If she was the only one who could kill that vampire, it meant her bloodline was a gift, not a curse. The head of the Vechi vampires was an evil creature, who was fearful of his own death, that he wiped out an entire generation of good people because of his cowardice. And from wh

She wielded a staff made of ancient oak, topped with a crystal that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light. The vampires were the last to show up, and their arrival brought a sudden chill that swept through the air. They glided with an eerie elegance, their pale skin and dark eyes giving them a ghostly look under the moonlight. They look like the assassins, lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver swift and lethal strikes with their fangs and claws. Leading them was Lord Philopoemon, the vampire lord. His long red cloak flowed behind him like bat wings, and his deep crimson eyes sparkled with a fierce hunger. Feeling the presence of the vampires, Rufus glanced sideways and gave a slight no

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

My soul drifted back to my room. When I saw the notebook on the desk, memories surged forward. When I was ten years old,the Black Hawk Coven held its once-every-decade Bloodline Awakening. That day determined every vampire’s future standing within the Coven,as well as the upper limit their bloodline could ever reach. Leo went first. His bloodline manifested as the shadow of jet-black blood wings,a sign of power and administrative potential. Father looked at him without hiding his pride. When it was Olivia’s turn,

"Essentially," the vampire began to explain, running his claws through his silky black hair and shifting in his seat a bit to get more comfortable. No doubt, we'd be here for a long time. "My bloodline is mixed with mages of old. Something passed down from generation to generation is extremely potent magic, much more powerful than vampires typically have access to."