Bloodline Vampire Series Novels & Stories

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

Several times Alexis grabbed the evil vampire's neck there with her left hand, and immediately drank all the blood from the vampire. Cameron became unfocused when he saw this. How can a vampire hunter become a vampire? And how can a new born vampire drink the blood of other vampires? He just kept wondering there. But as much as possible Cameron refocused with all his movements there at this time. Some of the vampire hunters in Adrian and Alexis' troops even started getting injured. And the psychics who keep trying to focus on casting protective and weakening spells for the evil vampires who are there. Some evil vampires have even died lying on the ground. Alexis was moving so fast it was alm

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

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.

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

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

“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.”

“The Vechis thought your dad would be the final one—that the bloodline would end there. But when Cynthia got pregnant, they thought Andrew was rebelling against them. That he’d build an army of Tarrio children and threaten their lives.” “I don’t understand,” Syanna said, shaking her head. “Why do they hate our bloodline so much? Why do they aim to kill us?” “It’s not what they aim to do,” he said in the most serious tone she had ever heard. “It’s the ruler of all the Vechi vampires who want you dead. He’s the one who sends the order.” Syanna gulped as fear suddenly took over her body. “But why!” “Apparently, your blood is the only thing that can kill him.”

From his aristocratic clothing Iris could tell it is a Vampire. "The closer we approached the riverside a vision caught us. A vision of a small girl floating on the river. Our strong bloodline can detect the true royals and we assumed the girl in our vision is our hope. We used to have black hair and eyes but the presence of a true royal changed to a darker shade of red. Please believe us we want to bring back our lost bloodline." Cayden's brother, Tennin, cried out. "We need to find the little girl because my bloodlines future is at stake." Cayden added.

“Here they are,” On a long fancy table and feast, different unfamiliar faces have gathered. I want to hug myself when I felt how cold and dead the room felt. As I looked carefully, vampires with different races and bloodlines. However, all of their aurae screams power and superiority, as they hold the red blood wine and lay at their seats like it’s their own throne. This is the Valentin-Octavian Bloodline, I whispered to myself as I stand there stunned, their hawk-like eyes on me as If I am their prey, and one wrong move feels like a sin.