Bloodlines Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

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.

"He never did." "No." Devon agreed simply. "He used her the same way he has used everything else in his life. As a tool. Nothing more." "You mentioned her blood… ” I said, forcing the conversation forward before I let myself sit too long in that particular thought. "And her bloodline. What does that mean? ” Devon's expression shifted, something more serious settling over his features. "Vampires can recognize blood by scent, Alaric. Not just individual people. Entire lines. Families that carry something distinct enough in their blood that it lingers for generations."

'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.'

My eyes go wide as I then feel another wave of pain and fear bordering on terror. I follow the connection that this new feeling is coming from and was opened wide from the power shift in the Royal Bloodline. I am shocked when I connect with Gabriela and I am flooded with even more pain and fear. I look over at Vlad when I hear him hiss and see his eyes shine bright Onyx Black before he is surrounded by Vincent’s Demon smoke.

she said, tapping her arm. Without another moment’s hesitation I grabbed her arm and sucked. When a vampire drinks from either their maker or a sibling, anyone of their maker’s line … it rejuvinates them, refreshes them like nothing else can. It renews their bond and they take strength from each other. If a vampire ever gets gravely injured but could still be saved, blood of their line is what they’ll truly need to heal. Just human or animal blood will help but it is not at all the same. As I drank, Diana moaned and I was sure she’d wake the entire compound. I felt her sweet blood coursing through my veins, it had been centuries since I drank from her. I suddenly felt electric, invincible. I

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Plenty of times, I have passed out on her from the stimulation and the overfeeding of my blood. Twenty-five years passed by, and still, The Lady of Bluestoria made sure to keep me a virgin and save my purity. Lady Candice never let Lord Cameron or any male Bampire fuck me because of my Blood type. You might not know this, but all Bampires have several different DNA genetics. I have the rarest one, and it is SD7.

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

“You weren’t just reacting—you commanded.” Evelyn exhaled slowly, though her chest still felt tight. “I… I didn’t know I could,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The power was intoxicating, yes, but terrifying. Every shadow she had directed toward the hunters had been guided by instinct, by survival—and by something more she couldn’t name. “Instinct,” Lucien said, tilting his head. “Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.”

“The elders you fought were only one faction. A very old one, but… limited.” Jake leaned against the wall. “And your council?” “We oversee balance among supernatural groups across the world.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “So what does that have to do with my kids?” Vale looked toward Finn and Liam, who were now trying to stack hockey pucks like building blocks. “The twins carry a rare bloodline.” Mara spoke quietly. “It’s not just vampire.” Alex felt a chill. “What do you mean?” The Truth About the Bloodline Vale placed a small metal device on the table. A soft projection appeared above it—an image of glowing symbols arranged in a complex pattern.