Sorcerer Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Archer looked at her for a moment before saying, “Well Elizabeth, not only is Alpha Rafael still hunting for Drake and Avery with the Lycaon, he’s just brought on the Blood Sorcerers, and they knew what I was doing. I barely got out in time.” Elizabeth? How did he know her name? I glared at him with accusation for a moment before putting that aside. My mind raced as I recalled the reputation of the Blood Sorcerers—dark magic-wielding witches and vampires trained as ruthless assassins. I had no desire to be caught in the crossfire of a war that could endanger Beth and my brood. I wanted Archer and Drake out of my territory immediately. “You can take Drake and get the he** out of here,” I said

“Try again! Aren't you as powerful as you claim to be! You know no one leaves this pack alive without providing the answers I need!” The sorcerer, an old man with yellow teeth who was shaking now and was obviously scared for his life, started giving me double shots of the herbs and piercing me with a needle. I was in so much pain from the torture as I screamed, my back arching from the table they strapped me to. “I don't understand,” the sorcerer says to himself. “The bloodline is there, I can feel her silver wolf powers but it seems something is blocking it”

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Lucian finally spoke from across the room. “But this one does.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I turned to him sharply. “You seem very certain about that.” Lucian walked closer, his expression thoughtful. “I studied ancient bloodlines for decades,” he said. “Children like this were written about long before any of us were born.” Aria looked at him. “You said earlier that he carries three bloodlines.” “Yes.” “Then explain it again,” she demanded. Lucian nodded slowly. “The first bloodline is yours,” he said. “The line of the moon seers.”

His face made a tight lipped expression before he spoke “A very specific request. Drop the money first” I raised the little sack to my face and counted out a silver coin and forty bronze. Then held them in my palm. “Speech for wager” I said He laughed gently “you did not bet your entire sack. Wise move. Word on the street is, there’s a legend or better still a prophecy that is coming to pass” I dropped five bronze coins on the bed. “Word on which street?” “There are a group of rebels. Most from the Hecate’s wheel lineage and some other Townsend”

" Just those two syllables silenced Marco's sobbing instantly. "You have bled for the Family. I remember." A flash of wild hope lit Marco's eyes. "However." Don Vincenzo stood and walked slowly toward him, looking down from above. "You killed my blood. You owe me a blood debt. It must be repaid." He delivered the final judgment. "At sunrise tomorrow, your right hand will be cut off. You are stripped of all rank and property. You will be expelled from the inner circle. Your life will be spared. This is the greatest mercy I can offer."

"The blood-born. Malakai is pulling in the feral lineages, the mercenaries of the night who don't care for treaties or sovereign law." "He thinks he's being clever," Tala spat, a dangerous spark of static electricity crackling across her knuckles as her fury mounted. "He thinks because he commands a global fortune, he can treat the ancient bloodlines like a private security firm. He has absolutely no concept of what he is unleashing. The blood-born don't follow corporate contracts, Soren. They follow hunger."

But I was too distracted to feel comforted. She leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t make a scene, Diana. Trust me.” Her words were a gentle breeze in the chaos, but I was too busy trying to make sense of what was happening to heed her advice. “Topic: Supernatural Hierarchy and Transformation,” the second teacher, a pale woman with hair like silk and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, announced. “There are three known bloodlines…. The Moon-Bound, the Hollow-Eyed, and the Burned Claw. Today, we discuss their rites of ascension…”

she hummed. "Wait, I thought that Ravana was the first," Layla asked confused. "Ravana was the first cursed and Atreus the second," Niniane corrected. "And to clarify, the first chosen wasn't exactly a vampire. But he was a powerful being, so Ravana murdered the first chosen. In doing so, he and all of the vampire bloodlines were cursed."