Harry Potter Blood Line Novels & Stories

At least, not in terms of lineage. Perhaps it was because her blood had become so muddied with not just one, but two generations of werewolves before her. Or perhaps it was just on the great magical mysteries that wouldn’t never be explained. But there, in a bright green hand, was the name Adelaide Rosalie Walker-Black, depicting the start of a brand-new blood line. A fresh page to welcome the start of a new family tree. Running my long slender finger of the green lettering, my soul revelling in the power surge.

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

I jump down and crawl toward him. “Nooooo!” I scream so loud it feels like my lungs tear apart. Doctor Sampson rushes in, nurses behind him. He immediately kneels beside Philip, checks his pulse, and then his eyes. I watch his face twist in shock. “What is it?” Freya asks, still kneeling beside Philip. “What’s happening?!” “He is dead….” “And!!?” George asks. “His eyes turned blue, it could only mean one thing….” He looks at me. “There is a bloodline called the Lupus Albus, it passes from mother to daughter. One of the reasons why the Lupus Albus is intimidating is because anyone who rejects her dies.”

The doctor carried the child out, and from my first look, I knew something was wrong. The baby was almost motionless. Rigid and unresponsive. Like something stillborn. And then I caught it—a scent rising from that small body. Forbidden magic. "What is this?" My voice barely moved. The doctor's expression was guarded. "This was not a naturally conceived half-blood." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "We detected residual traces of a blood-binding ritual in the fetus. Someone used a forbidden method to force a lock on your bloodline." My knuckles tightened instantly.

"Who arranged the spell?" "That," she says, "is the right question." --- The kitchen is quiet except for the refrigerator hum and the distant sound of Haven shifting in her sleep down the hall. Sage wraps both hands around the mug of tea I made her and looks at me steadily. "The Greymoon bloodline isn't just Alpha," she says. "It carries something rarer. Magic woven into the lineage itself." "What kind of magic?"

Korra geared me. Her words sank deep, cutting through the noise in my head. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Yeah! I've got this! I am Lyra, daughter of Aurora, the last bloodline of the moon!” I bit hard on my lips. Korra placed her hand on my shoulder before rising. “I’ll step outside and let you do this on your own.” We both nodded at each other before she took her leave, her footsteps slowly fading behind me. I took in a deep breath, then another, staring at the flickering candles, then at the crystal resting like a sleeping star on the footstool. My palms hovered above it.

“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.

I ask curiously. “Her bloodline had magic in it. But it was dormant. Many years ago, her great-great-grandfather, who was a healer, married a witch. His healing powers were passed down to his generations. The witch’s magic was also passed down to her children, her grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren. But it was dormant. Though it was revealed that one of her generation would finally activate that magic and become the greatest healer ever. Your mother suspected that it would be you.”

"The magic consuming him is linked to his true lineage! It is powered by the blood of his father's line! As long as the caster lives and breathes, the tether will slowly drain this boy until there is nothing left. I have bought you time, Jordan. Nothing more." I stood frozen, the words echoing in my ears. Powered by the blood of his father's line. Ronan. The room felt like it was spinning. I turned slowly, leaving Mara by the bedside, and walked out into the corridor. Vanessa tried to grab my arm as I passed, asking me what the witch had said, but I didn't hear her. Abel called my name, but the sound was muffled, distant. I walked out of the ICU, down the long, sterile hallway, and pushed th

Marlowe recounted the incident attentively, taking in Voss's expression for any flicker of reaction and finding, frustratingly, almost none. "You test positive for aptitude notably beyond what Unranked students typically demonstrate," Voss said, once Marlowe finished. "Your lineage is entirely unknown, absent from every record this academy maintains. And now you've demonstrated a magical signature that historical record associates with exactly one bloodline in this school's two-hundred-year history — a bloodline formally erased by unanimous Founding council decree." She folded her hands atop her desk, her gaze steady and unblinking. "I imagine you've already drawn the obvious conclusion your