Eternals Bloodline Novels & Stories

“That it’s older than Earth, our species and time itself. That maybe, just maybe, it came from somewhere else. Somewhere far beyond.” He tapped the board again. Images flipped past: satellite photos of strange energy patterns in deep space, cave paintings with glowing lines around human figures, and ancient texts written in languages no one had ever spoken aloud. “We don’t know how it first appeared. All we know is that it binds to living things, responds to emotions, and, under certain conditions, can be shaped and directed.” Kieran’s pencil hovered above the page, unmoving, his gaze at his teacher unyielding. He didn’t blink.

"You are my eternal mate. I will never forsake you." Finally, his family—the Valkyries—agreed. But they had one condition. He could leave the vampire world with me. But first, he had to sleep with Liliana, the pureblood noblewoman. He had to give his family a new, powerful heir. Dorian held me, his voice tight with desperation. "Please, Freya. Just wait a little longer. A few more years, and we can go to the human world. We can have our eternity." I waited. Night after night, he went to her bed. A hundred nights of betrayal passed before she finally conceived.

Refusing to let me fall. “Stay with me,” he said through our merged consciousness. “We are almost there. Almost enough.” The power stabilised. Barely. We held nine cursed bloodlines in one merged existence. We were the seal now. Living. Breathing. Eternal. The Void’s tendrils touched us. Tried to consume us. We pushed back. And for the first time in millennia, the Void retreated. “Impossible,” my mother breathed. But it was not impossible. Just unprecedented. Just new.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

Serena, Theodore, Lucas, my mother, Aurora, and Damon all listened as I explained Iris's visit and her offer. "The Lunar Bloodline," Serena said slowly, her ancient eyes distant as she accessed memories thousands of years old. "Yes, I remember them. They were powerful, respected, known for their ability to manipulate magical energy. If they truly survived The Covenant's purge, their abilities could indeed help with the renewal." "But?" I prompted, hearing the unspoken caveat in her tone. "But The Covenant was very thorough in their extermination campaigns. I find it difficult to believe an entire bloodline could hide successfully for fifty years. The Elders had resources we could not imagine

“And I know how to use my family’s blood.” She pricked her own finger until it bled and let the blood fall onto the pendant. The pendant glowed brighter, and a wave of golden energy, similar to the ley line but softer, more maternal, swept through the room. The Mist Guardians shrieked and evaporated. Ari looked to be in pain, clutching his head. “No... Aethelford female blood... it was supposed to be extinct...” “Never,” Siron’s mother answered proudly. “We have always been here, in the female line.”

"Two nights ago. After I had these dreams about wolves and fire and ancient stones." He reached toward my arm, then stopped himself. "May I?" I nodded, and he gently took my wrist in his hands. The moment our skin touched, electricity shot through me. But this time it didn't hurt. This time it felt like coming alive. "These aren't just any runes," he breathed. "These are the marks of the First Blood." "The what?" "The original supernatural bloodline. The one all others came from. Aria, you're not just some random human. You're descended from the Ancients, the beings who created werewolves, vampires, witches — everything," he replied.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

“There are many traits and powers associated with our kind. Angels are not the cute little cherubs of pop culture. They are fierce warriors. We are derived from their blood and the blood of Demi-Gods. It gives us powerful healing abilities as well as being able to cast protection cloaks over non-Celestials. We are faster and stronger than many species. Those of royal Celestial bloodlines inherit traits pertaining to that bloodline. The Devusia bloodline, which is mine, is known for our battle planning and strategies. It is the precise reason the Devusia bloodline has been eradicated save me and my daughter.” My eyes sought Kade’s, and we must have had the exact same thoughts. First, it was i

“Exiled into human society, where her children were born without the ability to shift, without the ability to be identified. But not without the bloodline.” “He put two ends of the same bloodline together,” I said, and heard my own voice from somewhere far away, the pieces assembling in my chest into something enormous and devastatingly logical all at once. “Your predecessor took the bloodline the Accord tried to erase three generations ago and engineered its return by making sure the two surviving branches found each other.”