Harry Potter Blood Line Novels & Stories

“The same bloodline that took your mother is a part of the schemes against you. Their lineage had been poisoned long ago and when they found your mother, their patron got an evil idea. They hide behind councils and tradition now… still as poisoned and evil as ever.” Damon went still. “So they aren't random people.” “No,” the mage said. “They have an inherited history and evil.” My heart stuttered. “They are part of schemes against us.” “Yes.” He said. “They breed evil, they pass knowledge of evil like a legacy. They wield power and obsession.” A chill went down my spine. “The same bloodline who took your mother,” he said quietly, “is now hunting you too.” My breath caught painfully. “Hunting

I stared at her, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. Witches and wizards. High-born sorcerers. They weren't like us. Apart from Scarlet and Morgathis—who I knew were the last of their specific magical bloodlines—and Joel, whose elven family had perished in Theandor, I had never seen a concentrated court of magic like this.

Buppig says. “I’m not a dragon,” I say. “No, you’re not,” Aolis says, his gaze narrowing on Madelyn. Her heart rate is increasing. I think this is becoming a bit much for her. “But, you are descended from the Drache line. You have dragon’s blood in your veins. That is the magic that I felt in you.” “The Drache name, was that your mother’s or father’s name?” Lily asks her. “My father’s name.” Lily looks back at the prophecy, reading a passage out loud.

"And more importantly, why they used this situation to pit the Moonchild bloodline against us." Draco exhaled sharply. "You think someone manipulated them into attacking us?" "It’s possible. Maybe they were counting on Gregory—James’s son—to wield compulsion and finish us off. Too bad for them, it looks like he didn’t inherit that particular gift." Randy leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Why would you say that?" I met his gaze evenly. "Because of the bloodline." His frown deepened, but I continued.

“It means your bloodline existed before the Vales, before the Virellis, and before the Cross family.” Evelyn stepped closer. “The original Sovereign carriers.” My heart pounded. “So I’m not the fourth bloodline.” My mother shook her head. “No.” “You said the fourth bloodline was inside me.” “It is.” “Then how?” “Because your blood contains both.” She looked at Lucien. “The original Seraphim Line and the Virelli genetic bridge.” Lucien’s face tightened. “And Gabriel?” My mother hesitated. “Gabriel was obsessed with the Seraphim Line.”

"Only those with royal witch blood or ones that have journeyed far possess the power." I looked at her, stunned. "Royal witch blood? But I thought I was a halfling. How is this possible?" Lady Loretta smiled a hint of sadness in her eyes. "There are secrets, probably buried deep within your family's history. Secrets that have been kept hidden for generations. You might be just a halfling but not any halfling. You are the descendant of a powerful lineage— might even be the royal bloodline of the coven." As her words sank in, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. I felt a sense of awe, a tinge of betrayal but also a feeling that I have witnessed or felt this way before.

Council member Greyson stated. The wind blew through the room, the candles flickered, and the table started to shake. "The blood that runs through is pure, it will live for the ages" the Seer said. "He is the child of Kha?" Council member Vaughn queried. "The line will go on with his blood" the Seer said. The five men looked at each other. Lord Night was the carrier of the original blood line. Joyous news for some, but for others it was a hefty blow.

"The prophecy mentioned that only the magical bloodline can stop Krulisa from the destruction. Does it ring any bells?" For a while, I felt that this whole thing sounded familiar. The magical bloodline, I heard about this before. That's right, the books. My father had a journal. He was figuring out about our bloodline, and that's when he mentioned it. The magical bloodline. Only Hector and I knew about it. "Victoria, have you ever thought about why your daughters were born with different powers? I understand you and Hector have powers too, but have you ever wondered why only your family had the powers while no other vampires did?"

The house of Dal from the south and the house of Sif from the northwest. Unlike the rest of the nobility, these two families realized early on that with the new power of magic things would change. And while the other young lords remained in their fancy classical schools, the Dal and Sif families sent their descendants, those who were blessed with a spark, to new wizarding academies. Although the spark did not discriminate, blood seemed to matter. If someone had the spark, it was common for their family members to have it as well. The stronger the spark in them, the greater the chance that their bloodline would produce an equally strong or even stronger sorcerer.

“This rule never applied to royal blood. But later, this rule got changed when the number of girls in the coven increased compared to boys. If you’re talking about Caroline, then she is not a witch by birth. She got a second chance by magic, and the part that she gave birth to a girl is pure coincidence.” “Oh!!” “There are three types of witches or wizards. Royal, born from parents who both are witches or wizards, Half-blood, when one of the parents is witches or wizards; and the last one is Muggle, when both the parents aren’t witches or wizards, but they are somehow related witches or wizards, or their ancestors are related to them.” “So, the strongest among them is Royal?” Liara asked out