Harry Potter Blood Line Novels & Stories

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

"Okay, then. Harry, correct me If I'm wrong, are you a werewolf? Care to tell me now, I'm dying of curiosity." Harry proceeded to provide his theory. He knows about his bloodline for that matter but was not entirely convinced of its likelihood not until their experience at the Lamia where in his mind he shifted into his wolf form and fought the Lamia. He never thought he could shift as such but it happened on his own illusion. He knew his bloodline could do many wonders but being one of the Golden Royalty lineages was way more surprising. He knew it from what Lanah and Chaney told him when the two ended up telling him about their doubts and when he told them about his theory of him being a w

Mai spoke seriously to Maria, who faintly recalled the book mentioning something about bloodline magic. "Those with bloodline magic are very rare in the world. Not only are they prized for their abilities, but they always have a great future awaiting them." Maria listened to Mai's explanation as the majority of the students threw praises at the ice-princess who merely flipped her long snow-white and pale blue ombre hair and made her way back to her seat. After the ice-princess came a cute gloomy boy with dark purple and lavender messy hair, long bangs blocking his eyes. Which was probably the reason behind him tripping as he made his way up front. This incident caused some of the others to l

Holly's face flushed with pride. Vida appeared, carrying the data drive Morgana had given me. Her expression was grim. "I've done a preliminary scan of these files," Vida said. "What I found is horrifying." "Explain," I said. "There's a formula here. Heriberto calls it the Bloodline Serum. It's a magical compound that can temporarily grant hybrid abilities to any supernatural being who takes it." Vida's hands were shaking. "He's been perfecting it for decades. And according to his notes, he's already produced enough batches to supply his entire coven."

"Explain." "She had a son." The words tumbled out rapidly, fueled by panic and self-preservation. "Theo Morrison. Four years old. He shares her DNA, her magical signature. If you needed her bloodline for whatever you were planning, her son would work just as well, wouldn't he?" The women exchanged glances, and I saw calculation replace some of the rage in their expressions. "A child," one of them murmured. "The bloodline would be purer in a child. Easier to manipulate."

“And they’re not just working for Lilith. They believe in her.” “Do you know who?” I asked. He hesitated. “No. Not yet. But I can feel something… familiar. Too close.” His eyes flicked toward me. “What is it?” “There’s blood in this betrayal,” he said slowly. “Blood tied to you, Aria.” The world tilted. “You think it’s someone from my family?” He nodded. “Or someone bound to your bloodline. Magic leaves echoes, even through generations.” I thought of my mother's quietness all the time, my father’s hidden identity, the old tales whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear. Shadows in the corner of my memory that never quite made sense.

“It’s shaped by instinct and environment, not rules. People mistake raw power for chaos.” A few students shifted in their seats. I felt their eyes on me. The professor asked another question. “And bloodlines? How do they affect magical response?” “Bloodlines carry memory,” I said. “Some magic remembers past survival. That’s why certain abilities awaken under pressure instead of study.” The professor smiled. “Very well said.” He asked me several more questions. Each time, I answered clearly. I explained complex ideas in direct terms. I actually knew these things. My dad taught me back home.

Some had gone unopened for centuries. I strode past them all until I spotted what I was searching for— Bloodlines & Bonds: A History of Magical Inheritance. It was thick. Leather that didn’t feel like it could be from an animal. I took a seat at the closest table, and I started reading. --- Hours passed. Every page piled more rocks atop the weight that was already crushing my chest. Theodore didn’t just have a marked bloodline — it had been engineered.

Something inside my chest settled into place. Korgan lifted his head. I told you. The investigation continued. Mom divided the files we had found at the station. The documents showed twelve human bloodlines, all historically connected to hunters, governments, or institutions that had rejected supernatural contact for generations. “Heirs of Purity,” Harper said. “The name does not refer to themselves.” “What does it refer to then?” Dad asked. “To inheriting lines without magic. What they call purity is programmed absence,” Harper said. Amelie examined the records.