Supernatural: Bloodlines Novels & Stories

He managed to get what he wanted but didn’t think there would be a spiritual energy overflow. No ordinary person could awaken their superpowers that easily. It was decided in accordance with the person’s bloodline. Some here were descendants of ancient demon tribes. With outside help, their bloodlines would be activated, causing their powers to awaken. They would then experience transformation, showing their true forms. This was why horns and tails were growing out of their bodies. Some who had strong connections with their bloodlines turned entirely into beasts. Some who were standing right outside of the Rockefeller manor had learned the incantation from Alex.

"He's already on his way with an army. You've got maybe ten minutes before this place is swarming with vampires who make me look like a child." Blake held the syringe up to the light, watching the mixture swirl inside the glass. "Ten minutes is more than enough." He plunged the needle into his arm and emptied the entire contents into his bloodstream. Blake immediately collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently as three different supernatural bloodlines tried to merge inside him. His back arched, and he screamed as his bones began reshaping themselves. The sound was inhuman, like metal being torn apart. Dark veins spread under his skin in chaotic patterns that pulsed and writhed.

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

Chapter 5 Arianna The call came from the hospital where my father had breathed his last. They had just told him that my father was dead. Upon hearing this, Dean immediately raised his voice: "What kind of joke is this? Dead? Are you conspiring with Arianna to deceive me? Remember clearly, I'm your Alpha!" He angrily hung up after speaking. Seeing this, Vivien softly said: "Why don't I go to the hospital today to check? That would put your mind at ease."

She pressed her palm to the Sanctum door, and it blazed with memories older than both of them. I watched through my father's eyes as the truth unfolded. Richard Blackthorne, Marcus's father, standing before a council of Lunar Witches thirty years ago. "The bloodlines are too diluted. We need concentration. Power distilled into a single vessel." "That would require specific pairings," the eldest witch replied. "Hunter and Primordial. Predator and prey becoming one." "Then we arrange it. David Rivera has the right bloodline – descended from the Wolf Hunters who nearly destroyed us. Seraphina Erebis carries the Primordial flame. Their child would be—"

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

The woman’s face twisted in grief. “Forgive me,” she whispered. A tear fell. The massive silver tree absorbed it, light pulsing outward like a heartbeat. The vision shattered. I gasped as the pressure returned, heavier now, more insistent. THE BLOODLINE ENDS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE AWAKENS IN YOU. THE BLOODLINE CHOOSES THROUGH YOU. My thoughts splintered. Faces I didn’t recognize flickered behind my eyes. Voices I’d never heard screamed in languages I somehow understood. Wars. Sacrifices. Promises made to moons that did not forgive.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

Eve's POV The fifth faction was called the Bloodline Council. They were the oldest faction in the Conclave. Older than the Military faction. Older than the Merchant faction. Older than everything except the Conclave itself. They represented the ancient supernatural bloodlines, the families that had been part of the supernatural world since before anyone had started writing things down. Vampires who had seen empires rise and fall. Witch lineages that predated the Conclave by centuries. Shifter clans whose histories went back further than most recorded supernatural law.

Something moved through the eldest's expression, not quite amusement, but adjacent to it, the look of someone who had encountered a quality they hadn't expected. "The Silencing bloodline doesn't simply bridge human and supernatural through ability," she said. "It bridges through lineage. The offspring of the Null carrier, combined with a specific bloodline, will produce a generation where the null-field and supernatural frequency are not separate properties that can be toggled on and off, but fully integrated into a single nature." She held Jayden's gaze. "The next generation after you won't choose between human and supernatural. They will simply be both, completely and simultaneously, in a