Dragon Bloodline Novels & Stories

Edmund raised his hand so that the knights would stop entangling Faun in front of him with ropes. Kyron brushed off and threw the rope around his body. He straightened his body and puffed out his chest in an arrogant manner while emitting an oppressive aura so that the knights before him would not take him lightly. He narrowed his eyes while looking at the handsome man in front of him. At first glance, that man looked like an ordinary noble human, looking weak and nothing other than the non-human race. However, there was a dominant aura full of charisma emanating from that man's presence. The aura had a strong aroma and was full of familiar ancient magic power on Kyron's nose. In that instan

"This servant Jiang Xiaorou pays her homage swearing obedience and my undying loyalty, My Queen." Jiang Wushuang nods and says “Get up, now that you have been reborn as one of mine you will have to abandon your old surname. My original last name is Long, but I will keep the name you gave me. I am Long Wushuang, I carry the lineage of the most powerful of dragons, we are dark creatures, we live in darkness, but we ourselves seek the light to maintain a balance in our being, our race is the proudest and strongest and my goal is that our vampire race emerged as a unique and unstoppable race, that everyone fears just hearing the word vampire. I will start a new era "

Then the elderly dragon performed an elaborate gesture, his hands moving in patterns that left faint traces of light in the air. "Heir of Obsidian, child of forbidden union," he said in a voice that carried the resonance of mountains. "I am Elder Pyraxis of the Obsidian Flame clan. We have sought traces of the royal bloodline since the great scattering." The younger dragon stepped forward, performing a similar but simpler gesture. "I am Kaelor, son of Kaelith, born of duty to the Obsidian Flame." His eyes, so similar to Daniel's, held a complex mixture of emotions. "You would be my half-brother."

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.”

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

"That is the mark of Audrey’s witch coven. They are testing you, sending visions to see if your blood reacts like the ancient texts say." I looked between the two brothers. "Why does she hate me so much? I didn't ask for any of this." "It's not about hate, Betty," Adriel said softly. "It's about your bloodline." "What about her bloodline?" the King demanded, stepping closer as Mitchell refused to let go of my hand. "My parents told me before they died," I whispered, the weight of the secret pressing heavily on my chest. "My blood comes from two lost royal kingdoms. I am the last female warrior of the Blaze and Knight lineages."

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

"You've experienced your bloodline going out of control more than once, haven't you? I assumed you understood the nature of our Great Draconic lineage. It seems like you're entirely in the dark about it. "You possess the most untainted Great Draconic bloodline. As your power grows, the bloodline will continue to awaken until you become a true Lord Ashdrake. "You must use the spiritual energy from someone who possesses the extreme Lunar physique to survive these awakenings and to stabilize and regulate the power," Lord Ashdrake explained in an eerie voice. Ashton's expression instantly shifted. He finally understood what had caused him to lose control before this. "Your Great Draconic lineage

And regardless of the dangers she faced now, she knew she would choose this life over and over again without second thought. “And now that we have confirmed that you really have dragon blood. That would explain how being with you has felt so familiar. My estrus symptoms didn't just go down because of your herbal mixture, but you being a descendant from the dragon bloodline helped suppressed it too. Especially after what we had… it is… non-existent” he added, still putting his thoughts together. A thought struck him at his last sentence and he shook his head shake off his thoughts. ‘No, it couldn't be… or was it?’ Drake wondered in his mind.

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.