Harry Potter Blood Line Novels & Stories

His wounds began to heal and color was restored to his skin. I'm the combination of my father and mother. A hybrid and I can cure werewolf bites with my blood. My grandmother from my maternal side used to be a very powerful witch hence my link to magical powers. I learned from my history that access to magical powers was given to a chosen member of the family in each generation, so I can either be referred to as the hybrid with magical powers or a tribrid. I helped Cass up and we went towards Kate to see how she was doing. She slept peacefully but a crescent sign which represented the curse marked her wrist like it was in its rightful place.

He pulls a dusty-looking book from the drawer with some other things and places the items onto the table. “Your mum and dad would have been the main witches after your dad's father died. It’s all written in here. Once they were gone it then came to you. You’re the person in charge, this is their will. Everything, this house and everything in it, it all belongs to you.” Willow steps back, shaking her head in disbelief as her eyes grow wide. “Look, the Depraysie bloodline, it came from Serliciaus, which means you’re a descendant of Serliciaus. Everything that is built within the witch communities was passed down between generations of Depraysies.”

The witch whispered an incantation and the vial began to glow as the blood swirled, mixing in the vial. A single moment stretched into an eternity and then, the mixture flared bright green. It was the unmistakable symbol of Dragon blood. The witch gasped softly as Gregory’s eyes widened, his jaw loosening in shock. Stephanie felt her stomach drop, her pulse skipping in her throat while Davies closed his eyes. It was not triumph, not arrogance either but in relief. Pure, exhausted relief. “The child is of Dragon lineage, this man is his father.” The witch announced and silence settled in the atmosphere like a heavy curtain.

“Well, try to explain it to me somehow.” A few people shift and Alaric’s lips twitch. I shoot him a look and he pretends to stop smiling. The healer clears her throat. “Blood carries more than life. It carries lineage.” I listen to her as she continues. “In werewolves, particularly within powerful bloodlines, that lineage can be recognized.” She looks toward Alaric. Then Elias. “As such, an unborn pup will carry traces of its father’s bloodline.” “And the ritual can identify it.” I finish for her.

she whispered. Helen continued reading silently before stopping halfway down the page. Her expression changed. She swallowed hard. “I don’t think you’re going to like this.” My stomach tightened. “Read it.” Helen nodded her head before reading aloud. “Should the cursed bloodline continue before the curse is broken, the blood may awaken in the next generation.’” Silence. Absolute silence. No one moved. No one spoke. I stared at the words while my mind tried to make sense of them.

Thankfully, she understands the question in his eyes. Katya nods, “Looks like our mothers knew each other. This kind of spell cannot be performed without the blood from both the lineages. Only one bloodline’s blood cannot unlock this type of spell.” He nods in relief. This means they are on the right track. Their parents knew something was up years ago and did try to protect them at all costs. “We are still decoding it.” Charlotte says and looks at the clock.

“I don’t want your life for its own sake. I want the map of the infection. You have answers, use them for your daughter, if you can remember what that feels like.” He was quiet for a long time. The torchlight played on his cheekbones, making shadows where virtue should be. “Draco… Draco wanted something grand,” he said at last. “He wanted heirs who could be shaped. Damien couldn’t bond properly, no moon claim and so Draco thought: if we breed the right blood like witch-blood woven into royal veins, then we can make a line that obeys. Bianca Weller’s line, her daughters carried a mark. Eat the wrong fruit and you get children that die. But weave them with royal line and you get… controllable

I looked through the other books and came accross a book I didn't notice last time the title read: The undoing of a witch. I flipped the pages and started reading. There is only one bloodline amongst the witches where the mother must die before her children turns sixteen in order to carry down the magic in that bloodline: The Etaceh bloodline. This bloodline is cursed with the Hecate curse and only if the curse is broken will the magic be able to be carry down without the witch who carried the magic's death. When the witch who carries the power does not die before the sixteenth birthday of her children the magic will be lost forever. Unless the witch who carries the magic can awoken as one.

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

Asked Erebus. "That's the key question of today!" Kitty smiled, "It can be done, on an individual level, without the union of the Three Hallows." "But how?" Erebus shook his head in confusion, "Wouldn't that mess up the spell and blood heritage?" "You are right. The union of the three hallows created a bloodline for all thousands chosen at the war to pass down to their later generations." Kitty nodded, "But the three hallows themselves, can take say, one werewolf out of this bloodline."