Bloodline Vampires Novels & Stories

"Oh, you don't know this yet, Hannah? As the Crown Princess of the Moon Church, you had the bloodline of a pureblood vampire since you born. You are closest person to a Blood Host and the most suitable heir to the vampire kingdom." He paused for a moment and looked at me. I could see he was a little bit regret: "But as you can see, something wrong happened to your body. It leads you to have two bloodlines, not only vampire blood but also werewolf blood. Werewolves and vampires have been hostile for tens of thousands of years. You must know it very well. In this case, if you, a person who has both bloodlines, rule the entire vampire kingdom directly, most of the vampires will not agree."

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

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.

“We only had one night together. Your mother was not in heat. That much, I’m sure. And the rarity of such conception between our species is so low, I didn’t think precautions were necessary.” “She wasn’t in heat,” I repeated in confusion. I’d never heard of a Wolf conceiving outside of heat. “How then?” “Looking back, I think two things factored in. How much do you know about Bloodline Vampires?” I blinked. “Nothing.” “Okay. There are six Bloodline Vampires. I am one of them.” Wow...It was hard enough to wrap my head around the fact he was a king, but he was also one out of only six, some type of unique vampire?

“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.

And Lucian, Lucian looked at me for the first time like he was actually seeing me. "That's impossible," Lucian said, but his voice wavered. "Vampires cannot impregnate humans. It's never happened in our entire history." "Never happened with purebloods," Lord Konstantin corrected. He was standing right in front of me now, his ancient power making my skin crawl. "But the Blood Moon Ritual is different. It awakens dormant bloodlines. Hidden heritage. If this human has even a drop of supernatural blood in her veins, however distant, the ritual could have activated it."

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.

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

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.