Challenge Bloodlines Novels & Stories

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

Her hand came up and pressed against her own chest and she looked at the basin and then at me, and the expression on her face was the kind you couldn't fake. Eli straightened up. "The child carries two bloodlines," he said. He looked at Kaden. "Alpha bloodline, Dark Fangs line. And Vibrius." He looked at me. "Nothing else is here." "I'll give you a minute," and looked at the witnesses, and they followed him out without anyone needing to be asked twice. * * * Kaden stood in front of me and didn't move for a second. Then he pulled me in.

That image was evidence of Bloodline Manifestation. Bloodline Manifestation was not a skill or power per se; it was a force. It was a force that was born from the bloodline of a Beastman and it only appeared in Beastmen carrying a high level of their ancestor’s bloodline. It was similar to aura in the sense that not everyone could use it; however, unlike aura the determining factor for using Bloodline Manifestation was not luck, but bloodline purity. Bloodline Manifestation had many uses, but the most prominent one was Suppression. That was the ability Kylie had subconsciously used against Aiden. Suppression was just as it’s name implied. It forced one to bow before a possessor of a Bloodlin

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

“About Adrian.” My heart stops. “The turning,” Vera says gently. “It’s not permanent. Not completely.” I stare. “What do you mean?” “There’s a cure,” Lucira says. “One cure. The blood of the true mate, willingly given under the Bloodline Eclipse. Royal hybrid blood offered with love can burn the sire bond away forever.” I sit up too fast, head spinning. “You’re saying if I give him my blood during the eclipse…” “He’ll be free,” Vera finishes. “Human again. Or as close as he can get.”

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.

“No. I won’t let him steal what’s mine.” “You mean ours,” my father says. My jaw tightens. “No. Mine.” Sebastian speaks, his voice rough. “Even if we expose Carlos, it won’t be enough. Not if the pack’s scared.” “Then we give them something to believe in,” I say. “Something stronger than fear.” “Like what?” my father asks. I hesitate. Then I say it. “Me.” They both look at me, surprised. “I’m done waiting for approval. Done playing by their rules. I’ll show them I’m worthy of the bloodline.”

"Steal her bloodline?" An even greater uproar erupted from the crowd. "What is she talking about?" "How can a bloodline be stolen?" "What does this mean?" Lyla's face turned a deathly white. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammered. "Stealing a bloodline? I don't know what you mean!" I ignored her pathetic denial and turned to the stunned Damon. He staggered back, all the color gone from his face. "No… impossible… you were just an outcast…"

Damon came forward with a guard who was holding a tray. On the tray, there was a dagger and a stone. It was time for the Bloodline Ritual. Stopping beside us, Damon lifted the dagger from both hands and presented that to Nicholus, "You will now do the Bloodline Ritual. After this, your bloodline and legacy will be bound together. This ritual will be your promise to your people that you'll always rule with justice." Taking the dagger from Damon, Nicholus slid off its cover and placed it in the tray. The metal glinted in the moonlight. Lifting his hand, Nicholus slid the sharp blade across his palm. Crimson liquid oozed out.

I walked into the store, dropping off my hunting tools before stepping into the house to freshen up. I walked into the shower, turning on the knob. I pressed my hands against the wall, bowing my hair allowing the cold water to splatter on my head and drip down through my face. Aemond’s words still echoed in my mind as though he was standing behind me. I turned around wiping water off my face immediately but saw nothing. It was just me and my thoughts. “Lyra is the key. Her bloodline—do you even understand what that means? If she’s truly the one, your reign would not just be as Alpha—it would be as a god among men.”