Harry Potter Blood Line Novels & Stories

I found that I liked it, I had to stop myself from reaching out and giving her a hug. “Interesting…it seems your blood is welcoming to mine. What’s your last name again?” I hesitated, unsure of what to say, Jones was a common name and as far as everyone was concerned it was my mother’s name. “It’s Jones.” Her eyes roamed over me, as though she was taking me in for the first time. “You know the funny thing about the magic infusing into our blood, is that our blood can recognize its family ties and blood lines. Hidden easily enough with a simple spell… but for those left untrained, its quiet noticeable.”

Glaring at me as our eyes connected. " The cloaking spell that was cast upon you and your sister will not hide you from your higher bloodline," he boomed. I scrunched my eyebrows not understanding, what he ment by higher bloodline... If that was the case wouldn't my have father been able to find us everytime, no matter where we went...? He must have seen the confusion written all over my face, because he answered " I'm not talking about your father's bloodline, I'm talking about your mother's. She must have been part White Elf."

"You are right about blood enchantments not working with Lygion and Lockhart bloodlines. But there is a rare type of it that I'd thought had gone into extinction, because there is only one powerful dark witch bloodline that has the power to do that type of enchantment. And it's only a female with that bloodline that can perform the enchantment. They haven't had a female child in that bloodline since after the war. They are almost extinct themselves, so having someone who can produce this type of enchantment is almost impossible. But I'd witnessed the war and I'm still here, then maybe one had survived. But they'll have to get her blood, prepare the potion, then inject it, into her bloodstrea

Because every breath you've taken from age seven to today, I gave you. But you don't know. You're holding that child now and you don't know. You're cheering up there with the rest of them — the Thorne line has an heir — and you don't know. The Thorne line has an heir because my grandfather gave his eyes to your great-grandfather, my father gave his heart to your grandfather, and I gave you my blood, one bowl a day. The poison in your line never stopped. It was my blood holding it down. And you — you took the blade with your name carved into it, and pressed it into my heart.

"That child would be what." ‎Calla looked at me for a long moment before she answered. "Something I need to be very careful about naming without being certain, " she said. The oldest line has not produced a verified carrier in three centuries. I have spent forty years studying fragments of records, not living examples. What I am telling you is a theory built from ash, not confirmed fact." ‎ ‎"But," I said. ‎ ‎"But," she agreed, "What I can tell you without reservation is this. If the bloodline that preceded the hierarchy combined with an Oracle bloodline, the result would be something the old families believe they eliminated from the world permanently."

“It's me, Jacob Stoll…Welcome back but Thalia, things are much more dangerous, I tried to control but Giselle is too strong, she's trying to take your soul.” "What did you say?" I began to ask, “I need to see you, Jacob. I want to know what happened, where are you?" “Thailia, I can't leave here. Giselle coaxed Drusilla to use witchcraft to control the bloodworm tree. My body has a very special bloodline. This bloodline can only be obtained by virgins of the White family. That's why in the past, my grandmother could not donate her blood to the wormwood tree because she was pregnant with my mother and my mother was pregnant with me. To this day the wormwood is still waiting for the blood of th

Her father, King Gerald, and her brother Prince Frankie agreed to sign a surrender pact that would not only reinstall our alliance, but also create a blood pact to abide by the laws I set forth for them to follow. I assumed that Clara and I lived the rest of our days in peace, though I died rebirthing my mother's soul into this world, leaving Clara to raise the three children I had left behind, since I never bothered dealing with men for too long. Little did I know that our families would forever be intertwined when her oldest daughter married my oldest child and only son. Her younger daughter that she conceived a decade after my death would go on to marry my present lifetime older brother,

River nods understanding a little more. “If my mother got close enough to any of the witches there, they would have lost their magic? So, we can investigate the coven’s and ask around if anyone has lost their magic” River suggests. “Your mother had magic?” Greg asks “No, because of our bloodline, if we touch the person trying to use magic it. It will rebound back on them, stripping them of their magic” River explains “bloodline?” Greg questions. River looks at McKenzie as she doesn’t know if she should tell him more. “River is a direct descendent of the very first shifters” he answers not mentioning the royal part as he knows that could bring more trouble to their door.

“The great wizard of time is a descendant of your father. He may have been born with the gene of his mother who was a werewolf and had hidden the truth about his father, who was your grandfather from him, but like we say… blood is thicker than water. My lord, your mother and father both came from a lineage of immense power and dominance, while your sister has inherited the witch's power and very little of the werewolf traits, you are the pinnacle of their power and so are your offspring. You've not only been mated to a lycan queen but a twin born with the powers to control the Shadows. Are the bloodline of Ozaratti and just like the witches of the dark mountains had said, your reign had not

Their magic was a testament to their commitment to nature's survival, and it flowed through them as an extension of their very souls. As Isolde unraveled the threads of this revelation, a particular bloodline caught her attention – the Vorel bloodline. Known for their unique attributes of rainbow-colored eyes and raven hair, they possessed a magic that connected them to the very essence of existence. Among them, some possessed the power to heal with a mere touch, unintentionally mending wounds and ailments as an extension of their innate abilities.