Bloodline Vampires Novels & Stories

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

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.

Calyx suddenly sat upright from the couch, eyes narrowing sharply. “Wait.” All of us looked toward him. He grabbed several parchment sheets and spread them quickly across the table. “I’ve been tracing bloodlines.” Atlas groaned immediately. “You say that like it’s normal.” “It is normal.” “No it isn’t.” Calyx ignored him completely. “There are certain families and bloodlines that keep appearing in old records around vampire rumors.” He pointed at several names written across the parchment. “Strong bloodlines. Old ones.” My stomach tightened slightly as I looked down.

“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.

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.

But he had been planning this all along. 'Why me?' I asked, the words shaking. 'Why not kill me that night?' He tilted his head. 'Because you are the key. The Lost Bloodline is not a myth, Aria. It’s an equation, and you are the missing variable. Your power isn’t evolution—it’s correction. A return to what we were meant to be before the divide.' I didn’t understand, not fully—but part of me felt it. The ancient pull in my veins, the voice that had whispered in my dreams since I first shifted.

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.

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

He paused before adding, "Sometimes affection, though that one is rarer." The carriage dimly rattled as it passed across uneven stone roads and Jane found herself gripping the edge of her seat slightly tighter. The way he described it sounded less like a society and more like a kingdom filled with predators watching one another carefully for the first sign of weakness. Like an animal kingdom perhaps? "Does bloodline matters to vampires? You said pureblood... so pureblood are a caste different from others?" "You will see." And she could tell the meaning of "You will see" was for the gathering Victor was about to attend.

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