Harry Potter Blood Line Novels & Stories

Was Jace really Dominic’s adopted son—or was he something far more dangerous? A pawn. A weapon. The lost bloodline of the Chevre, raised in the heart of their enemy’s house. The implications twisted through the decades of bitter feud, alliances broken, and lives destroyed. Jace Grey was no accident. He was the result of a gamble played by men who dealt in secrets. And now, knowing the truth, the observer smiled—cold, calculating. The game had just changed.

"Bloodlines vary in nature and attribute. Most bloodlines differ from each other. However, children from the same family tend to develop the same abilities due to this very same bloodline. The thing about bloodlines is that when they develop in a family, that family will continue to possess the abilities pertaining to that bloodline even after countless millennia. Unfortunately, the amount of abilities or the power of the abilities that a descendent of a family bloodline can inherit will depend on the density of his or her bloodline. This is the normal bloodline awakening that I'm sure you are all aware of. The uncommon bloodline awakening is the fusion of two bloodlines- the new awakening.

As if I didn’t kill Henry to protect her. I had kept an extra eye on her after I found out I had a son with her. She might not know this, but almost all the other alphas naturally hate the Harts. We had the strongest bloodline, and we have had natural successions of alphas for over ten generations. We’ve been believed to have the blood of the great alpha king, Xavier Ainsworth, flowing through our veins.

Until now, I believed Harry had no third form, but apparently our knowledge was wrong. Elizabeth sighed and said, “Well, in the beginning, Harry didn’t have a third form, because he doesn’t have royal blood. But the Pisces coven intervened, and now they have it. Their third form is a fusion, but they are external beings. It is a mix of northern and southern Lycans. They are like a new species. More lethal, mercenary and bloodthirsty. The last thing I knew, Harry and his children could not contain them. I don’t know if anyone managed it.” There were a few seconds of silence. Then Emma said, “Now I understand why the goddesses said I should know how to handle my third form. They told me that o

Saiora said in awe. That word was one thing I didn't need an explanation for. "Is it common?" I didn't need another reason as to why I couldn't blend in. "Yeah, like forty percent of the people in this school are double-blooded. There's like three double blooded students in the Student Representatives. " Saiora said with the most reassuring tone. I was relieved that at least I wasn't one in a few. "There's Stephanie Choi, Santiago Vieira and Lachlan Quinn," Rachel concluded. "Is there anyone that can channel magic from both their parent's who are different beings?" My father did tell me that the Bordelon genes overtook my mother's. That's why I was a witch but why couldn't a double-blood pic

came his not so helpful reply, although he knew he would be able to, he enjoyed seeing the princess getting worked up. He could faintly make out the passageway, it branched off at times, but he decided to stick to the middle path. Although the passageways suppressed magic it did not work on bloodlines. This was one of the reasons that powerful bloodlines were hated and feared. Just like his family’s …

"I have other duties to attend but you may stay as long as you like." After he left I wandered between shelves running my fingers along spines. So many books. So many voices from the past speaking across centuries. I pulled books at random, read through poetry that made no sense, glanced at scientific texts full of equations I could not possibly understand, read stories about heroes and monsters and worlds that never existed. Then I found it. A thin volume bound in dark leather with silver runes on the cover. The title read "Bloodline Magic and Hereditary Power." I pulled it down and opened to a random page. The text described how certain magical abilities passed through family lines. How bl

I kept my expression neutral, even as panic scratched beneath my skin. They continued. “We suspect it’s coming from her. Olivia,” Calista said, her voice low and final. “The girl whose blood we marked. The one whose fate we tried to alter.” I bit the inside of my cheek. Of course it’s her. Of course it would be her blood—the source of the ancient Phoenix lineage—real magic that should have never been tampered with. Maybe the witches thought they could bend fate. But I had always known there was a cost. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon… or this lethal.

His eyes—brown, human, terrified now that the mask had slipped—moved toward the pendant lying several feet away, gleaming in the faint moonlight. “You’re not the target, Serena.” I froze. “What?” He smiled, blood on his teeth. “You’re the key. The experiments weren’t about creating controllable wolves. They were about creating a bloodline. A line that could survive what they were doing. A line that could carry the changes. Your mother… she was one of the first successes. And you… you inherited it.” My heart stopped. The world narrowed to those words. “What bloodline?” He looked directly at me, and for a moment there was something almost like pity. “Yours. The Vale line. That’s why they had t

She pressed her palm to the Sanctum door, and it blazed with memories older than both of them. I watched through my father's eyes as the truth unfolded. Richard Blackthorne, Marcus's father, standing before a council of Lunar Witches thirty years ago. "The bloodlines are too diluted. We need concentration. Power distilled into a single vessel." "That would require specific pairings," the eldest witch replied. "Hunter and Primordial. Predator and prey becoming one." "Then we arrange it. David Rivera has the right bloodline – descended from the Wolf Hunters who nearly destroyed us. Seraphina Erebis carries the Primordial flame. Their child would be—"