Mary Magdalene Bloodline Novels & Stories

"She can't know we know." "She can't know we know," he agreed. Then he paused. "She may already know more than we think." "Possibly," I said. "She and Rhea are getting along. And Rhea's mother was -" "A healer who went into forbidden practice and got exiled," Ken said. He had been doing his own research. "Bloodline magic." "Rhea has access to materials her mother left her," I said. "Things that aren't in any official archive. If Rhea has been helping Zana understand the mark -"

This time Leo leaves a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face Ben along with him. “Ben, this is Remington. Alpha Jamie’s son.” This one sentence changed the air around us. A new wind blew through the pack members as the truth of my bloodline was announced so simply in that one introduction. Whispers moved through the group but the loudest gasp came from right in front of me, standing next to Ben. For all the confusion this day held, I felt the worst for Mina right now trying to put pieces together she didn’t even knew existed.

“Who are you?” “I am Magdalene. I created the pact you three invoked so carelessly all those years ago.” She smiled, revealing delicate fangs. “I am your maker, your matriarch. The source of the blood that now runs in your veins.” Through our bond, I felt Elena’s shock. This wasn’t in Katalin’s journals.

"My great-great-grandmother, my great-grandmother, my grandmother, and then my mother. But my mother had no female children. Only me. So it was supposed to be passed down to my daughter, the purest of the bloodline; Georgina. But when my mother died," Marcus said, and I could hear the confusion still lingering in his voice after all these years, "the moon goddess changed the rules and criteria. Instead of the power being passed onto Georgina, it was passed onto my illegitimate daughter; Margaret." Emma's mother? Why?

His movements were calm, but there was tension in every line of his body. “She is your fated mate,” said the silver-robed woman at the end. “The bond has been confirmed. But this document… it complicates things.” “No,” I said. “It explains things.” Another member leaned forward. “If what you say is true, it means your child would inherit more than just Alpha blood. It means the old magic returns.” The implication landed hard. Moon Matron bloodlines had been hunted out for centuries. Rumors said their power made them unstable, dangerous. But I knew better now.

With a sense of purpose, she sifted through the contents of the ornate chest once more, examining each artifact, photograph, and letter with meticulous attention. Among the documents, she stumbled upon an old, leather-bound book that seemed to hold the key to Magdalene's origins. The pages were filled with cryptic symbols, ancient languages, and passages that hinted at a lineage steeped in mystical traditions. As Jette deciphered the text, a lineage emerged—a lineage that traced its roots to a distant era when magic and mysticism were interwoven into the fabric of everyday life.

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

She takes a deep breath. “I name Serafina, first-born daughter from the line of The Dark Witch Endora, direct descendant of house Di Bianco Galdur as my successor and supreme high witch of the Coven of England!” Her voice echoes off the wall, and my stomach twists as Dad moves towards her. I know what she’s about to do. “Magdalene, you don't need-”

Their eyes remain black with hatred but they do as they’re told, knowing that she’s right. She returns down the steps and starts pacing in front of them to deliver the information. “Your daughter has lived thousands of years in barrenless “vessels” as you so coldly stated. What you couldn’t control, is her human match. That is something I can control. You see, Emma is a direct descendent of my bloodline. She is a demi goddess in her own right. She carries my blood. This is why she can carry your children Morrigan”.

"It comes from the convergence. From the mixing of what those several bloodlines carried." Paz is very still. "Which means the founding profile isn't exclusive to the Castillo line," she says slowly. "No," Sister Benedetta says. "It can appear anywhere the original contributing bloodlines have descendants. Which is," she pauses, "considerably more places than anyone has been looking." I look at the document. At the 1347 record. "How many original bloodlines?" I say. "Seven," she says. Seven. The number sits in the room. Thalia makes a sound.