Sorcerer Bloodlines Novels & Stories

His gaze is locked on her. “Go on,” he says. Emory draws in a breath. “There are six bloodlines. Three wolf. Three hunter. Each one connected to the survival — or destruction — of our world. You, Lucian. Malakar. And me — we’re the wolf bloodlines.” I feel Malakar stiffen beside me. I glance over at him, but his face remains calm. Controlled. “And the hunters?” Velara asks, voice sharp.

A coffin, sealed with runes and blood, cracked open with a groan. A figure stepped out, cloaked in tattered robes, hands skeletal but pulsing with magic. Their eyes burned red as lava, and they inhaled slowly, tasting the air. “Fools,” the voice hissed. “They think killing the bastard heir was the end.” The figure turned toward the wall, where ancient murals glowed faintly. The Silver Moon symbol was etched there. And beside it, another—a twisted version, corrupted by shadows. “I created this bloodline. I bound it with power… and I will reclaim it.”

His voice was low, calm, a whisper that scratched against my bones. “Don’t bother,” the man said. His eyes were sharp, his smile thin. “Your strength is bound. Your Alpha blood, your wolf… all of it is held down.” I froze. A sorcerer. I hadn’t seen one before, but I knew what they were. Dangerous. Ruthless. Men who twisted power into chains invisible and unbreakable.

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

THIRD POV Elder Silvarum continued to talk about the sorceress and her relationship with Carlos and the twins, after everyone had slowly recovered from the shock. "The sorceress has powerful magic, but I believe we can track her." "How?" Griffin pushed off from the wall, suddenly interested. "With blood," the elder replied simply. He turned to Carlos. "Alpha, although I don't possess sorcerer abilities myself, my bloodline carries ancient knowledge. And your blood will be the compass."

As if he was enjoying her reaction. “You don’t know the Nimras?” She shook her head in confusion. “Is that a clan name?” “A bloodline.” He said calmly. Then straightened to his full height. Even the air around him felt heavier. “The strongest bloodline that ever existed… and I am the last one.” Iris stared at him silently. He continued: “The Nimras are not ordinary sorcerers.” “We are born with power that surpasses other races.” He took a step closer. “Humans, beasts, half-bloods, sorcerers…”

But a curse. “Death magic.” My voice shook. In response, Sebastian rushed into the room and held onto an empty scroll. He immediately acknowledged Dante had been there, but didn't give him too much attention. He didn’t stop with Chloe’s betrayal. The bloodline was cursed by him in the end. Taking the scroll, I unrolled it for myself. The parchment was covered with blood-soaked symbols that represented ancient, merciless deities related to ancestry. Not just any bloodline. Mine. The Blood Alpha line.

, he whispered, “This could only be magic” “I know grandfather…”, she pulled him aside towards the back of the house. “It seems their blood was frozen and that is what killed them, there was no supply of blood to the brain or heart…” “But pa”, she interrupted, “You said yourself that magic is almost extinct so how is this even possible?” “I know Cleopatra but it is undeniably magic”, he turned to look at her, “A higher kind of magic, possessed only by a bloodline known as the blood race, an ancient race of sorcerers…”

Inheritance Beyond Bone: A Study of Blood Memory in the Sovereign Lines Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th