Bloodlines Supernatural Episode Novels & Stories

"How?" He looked at the red moon outside. "We thought the Blood Moon would end the curse." "What will it do?" He whispered: "It will awaken every ancient bloodline." Kael stepped forward. "How many?" Her father looked at him. "All of them." Selene's eyes widened. "Vampires?" "Witches?" "Shifters?" Her father nodded. "Every supernatural bloodline that disappeared centuries ago." Luna stared. "Then the werewolf war was only the beginning." A distant bell rang.

'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.'

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.

I want to take it, but I know I will be in the way of her receiving the help she needs. "I thought you said she was O positive?" Bethany shouts, pulling the blood-filled tubes from Daliah's arms, not caring that they are still leaking. It mixes with the blood on the floor, and I take a step away from the sight. Blood has never bothered me, but the idea that it is coming from my mate has my face draining of color and my stomach twisting in fear. "I said it was complicated! She has a specific bloodline that doesn't fucking exist anymore, and you said she'd die if I didn't give you an answer!" I shout back at her, continuing to step away from the growing blood puddle at my feet.

“Yes.” “The one that reacts to blood.” “Yes.” She whispered the next question. “And Damon’s blood opens it.” I nodded once. “But that’s not the full truth.” Her eyes lifted sharply. “What else is there?” I hesitated. Because this was the part that would break her. “Sera…” Her voice hardened. “Say it.” “The prophecy mentions another bloodline.” Her breath caught. “Whose?” “Yours.” The silence that followed felt endless. She stared at me like the world had shifted beneath her feet.

River nods understanding a little more. “If my mother got close enough to any of the witches there, they would have lost their magic? So, we can investigate the coven’s and ask around if anyone has lost their magic” River suggests. “Your mother had magic?” Greg asks “No, because of our bloodline, if we touch the person trying to use magic it. It will rebound back on them, stripping them of their magic” River explains “bloodline?” Greg questions. River looks at McKenzie as she doesn’t know if she should tell him more. “River is a direct descendent of the very first shifters” he answers not mentioning the royal part as he knows that could bring more trouble to their door.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

The scent of my blood will draw them like flies to honey. I shift my leg and shooting pain hurtles through me. I gasp, panting until the pain subsides a bit. I can't stand much less walk. Beside me, the leyline pulses with that gray color I saw before, but I know what it is now. It's that damn vamp ghost. He tricked me. There's no way one of my past lives had ever been involved with him.

I cried. “What did she do?” Her mum asks. “The psycho dare which then gives you the psycho curse.” I explains. “Don’t tell me it’s to do with that stupid urban legend?” She begged. “Yes... it is.” I reply. Callie’s mum continues to cry whilst cradling her daughters unconscious, bloody body. I have never felt so guilty in my entire life. Suddenly I hear police sirens and an ambulance. I quickly run out of the bedroom and downstairs. Of course my dad was called.

Ella said and I actually felt sorry for her she was unnecessarily dragged into my bloodline drama and she don’t deserve any of it, she needs to be safe and not to deal with vampire and homicidal ancestor drama. “I am sorry Ella you have to go through all this, you don’t deserve to be dragged in my family drama and it was selfish of me to pull you into all of this, you don’t feel pressure just leave it all to me, I will figure things out instead you should go and visit your family in the neighborhood they would be really happy to see you”, I tried to put on my best face to convince Ella to leave me alone in that attic but she was not ready to listen to any of my reasons instead all she did wa