Bloodline Vampire Series Novels & Stories

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

It's time for action and destruction. The Vampire Brothers will renew for a second series. The second series will be titled: The Salvador Legacy. The story of the first Lycanthropes to walk the earth. More action, more mystery, more thriller, more adventure, and more erotica and steamy scenes. Brace yourselves. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_— Author's note. Hey, lovelies. We have come so far in The Vampire Brothers series and I'm happy to announce that the first book; The O'Connor Bloodline, has been completed. The second book will be coming out before the end of next year.

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."

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

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.

No justification whatsoever. “Only bloodline vampire kings can withstand the scorching heat of the sun, suffering little or no damage. She was turned by a bloodline vampire so she had better resistance but they had kept her bound like a peasant all day, the poison flowing in her blood the scorching heat of the sun slowly burning every piece of her...”, Alessandro looked away, he snatched the glass and downed the last contents.

Elijah was dead serious, but it was clear in Alice’s eyes that she didn’t care for that information. She stared at him, "You’re saying that you’re not like them?" "You might or might not believe me, but I’m telling the truth. You heard my conversation with that pureblood. He was calling me righteous. I don’t appreciate the nickname, but it’s simply because they are much worse than I am. I’m sure that your little organization still has no idea where vampires came from, but vampires also have bloodlines. But I don’t belong in any of the bloodlines." He wasn’t sure if telling Alice the truth was the right thing to do, but if he wanted to get information, he had to give some too.

This constant barrage of death and pain and loss. "Sera!" Raven was beside me suddenly, his hands on my shoulders. "What is it? What's wrong?" "The bloodline." I forced the words out past the pain. "Someone just died. I felt it. Felt them die." "Then you need to break it." Caspian was standing now, ignoring his own weakness. "Whatever you and Cael did—undo it. You can't carry this burden and fight at the same time." "I can't undo it." I looked up at him, at his mortal-brown eyes in a face that was slowly regaining its vampire pallor. "You're alive because of it. The bloodline transferred to me, then to you. Break it now and you die. Again."