Bloodline Vampire Series Novels & Stories

he asked. Seraphine closed her eyes, lips moving: “A white rose growing in ash. But when touched, it shatters into blood. And in the center… her eyes. No longer brown — silver.” Lucien stepped back. Silver eyes. Only one blood lord in legend had borne them — The Origin, the first of the vampire race. If Evelyn carried a splinter of that bloodline… she was no longer merely human. “She’s becoming something even I cannot control,” Lucien whispered.

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.

'A curse? 'Yes.' 'What kind?' 'Our numbers are declining.' He turns toward me. 'Vampires can no longer reproduce the way they once did. Some bloodlines have already disappeared completely.' I remain silent. 'There are stories of a bloodline capable of breaking the curse. A type of unique blood’. He finishes. My heart begins pounding. 'Mine.' I whisper. Understanding. Steven doesn't answer directly. He doesn't have to. 'That's why they want my blood.'

I ask flipping through the pages. “Well if you go back to the start of the story it’s him turning the four of his best soldiers into Vampires, so I guess it means they are the first bloodline and are sired to him.” She explains and shows me the page. “Ok but what does sired to him mean exactly.” I ask so full of questions than I had before all of this.

"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."

It was always something I suspected, but I never asked about it, and she never brought it up. “They turned Ayra into a werewolf, and somehow she doesn’t know she’s a vampire. She can’t even access her vampiric powers. Odin said there would be a quadbrid. They were trying to take Ayra’s vampiric part away from her. That way, when you two have a child, it’ll just be a werewolf-demon hybrid. Not a tribrid.” “Okay, that makes up for three species, but the fourth?” “We have to do some digging into the lineage of Bloodline vampires. I think all of this was planned. They intentionally let Ayra go. Fate is inevitable.”

He runs a hand down his face, feeling just as helpless as me. “What are the vampire bloodlines? And what happens to me when they figure it out?” I took a seat when my legs started to feel unstable. I clutched the fabric of my pyjama shorts for some semblance of comfort. “There are three original vampire bloodlines. King Matthias is one, King Aurélien of Aralia Is another and prince Marcel’s father, King Emmerich, is the third. But you’re different. You’re scent is almost unique.” He shakes his head like even he doesn’t fully understand it. “Whatever Prince Marcel finds will determine what the King and his council do with you.”

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,

She has no idea what trouble she’s in tasting so good. * * * The Travors Bloodline August 5th, 1716 Transcriber: Fredrick Yearn Maxwell George Barnett is born within the Freemore bloodline. Vampire Cornelius Herrington is the possessor of all individuals who belong within the stated bloodline. At the moment Maxwell is one of eight persons alive who can nourish their owner. Thankfully, vampire rules state that blood lettings cannot happen until the individual is no longer a child. March 17th, 1736

“He wasn’t a wolf.” The room feels colder. My heart stops. “What was he?” I ask, though dread coils in my stomach like a tightening rope. She swallows hard. “A bloodline vampire. One of the old clans… He died before he ever knew Allyssa existed.” My jaw clenches. The pieces fall painfully into place. Bloodline vampires are rare, powerful, and ancient. If she inherited even a fraction of that blood… No wonder her shift was violent. No wonder she fought herself.