Novel & Cerita Bloodlines Vampire Diaries

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

she said quietly. I ripped the envelope open, my eyes scanning the contents. The blood sample matched Delta Derrick. “Lyra informed me of the crest she found. It prompted me to cross match the blood sample with Derrick’s.” Selene paused. “He had donated blood to his cousin who was injured in the fight. And I still had some of it in the lab.” I stood speechless, It wasn't Damon after all.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

Dravenna continued, “he became one of the most feared vampire kings in the northern territories.” I slowly looked down at my hands again. Witch blood from my mother. Wolf blood from my father. And vampire blood too. Everything about my life suddenly made sense in the worst possible way. “That is why your power feels unusual,” Mira said quietly while watching me carefully. “You inherited abilities from all three bloodlines.” Damon stayed beside me silently for a moment before finally speaking. “Does Lucien know Aria survived?” Evelynn and Dravenna exchanged a brief look.

From his aristocratic clothing Iris could tell it is a Vampire. "The closer we approached the riverside a vision caught us. A vision of a small girl floating on the river. Our strong bloodline can detect the true royals and we assumed the girl in our vision is our hope. We used to have black hair and eyes but the presence of a true royal changed to a darker shade of red. Please believe us we want to bring back our lost bloodline." Cayden's brother, Tennin, cried out. "We need to find the little girl because my bloodlines future is at stake." Cayden added.

“No, Viola has done blood drives, that means that she was giving her blood freely. It was always red.” “Before her wolf was present you mean?” Jake asked as he stepped behind Trenton. He looked at my father meaningfully and turned his head to me. “Angels, full angels, bleed silver. When that is mixed the blood is typically red, unless they are also a hunter. An alpha bloodline only.” My eyes widened in surprise. This was the answer I had been searching for wasn’t it? I knew I was a hybrid, my father didn’t know what I was, said it was too dangerous to look into, and yet here was my answer.

I told him, very succinctly, the situation. “Why do the vampires want the baby's blood?” asked Axel uncomprehendingly. “Because of our bloodlines,” I said confidently. “But you're a half-breed, and although my family is from a powerful werewolf bloodline, there's nothing out of the ordinary,” Axel said with an even more furrowed brow. “No,” I said earnestly. “I'm not a common half-breed, actually; my maternal family comes from an old lineage of a fallen angel.”

“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.

“Damon, we found more.” Damon turns. “What.” Marcus hands it to him. “Your father blackmailed Victoria’s family. If you refused to reject Elena, her family would be executed. He feared civil war if he accepted the Winters bloodline.” Damon goes pale. “He… forced it.” “And,” Marcus adds, “this page says Maya’s sickness may not be natural.” I snatch the page from Damon, reading the line aloud. “Subjects born from sabotaged bonds show weakening wolves and unstable cores.”

he murmured, voice just low enough that only I could hear. I arched a brow. “Was that meant to be a compliment?” His blue eyes held mine, assessing. “Absolutely.” Father Matteo cleared his throat, forcing Leonardo’s attention forward. The priest knew better than to rush us—but he also knew what this was. “Do you, Xena Marquis, vow to protect this union, honor its strength, and uphold the legacy it demands?” I met Leonardo’s gaze again, unflinching. “I do.” A flicker of something passed through his eyes—not surprise, not hesitation. Approval.