Supernatural: Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Most who entered left either mad or cursed. But not me. And not her. She walked beside me barefoot, her siren power curling like warm smoke in the air. The bond between us pulsed with every breath, with every echo of her heartbeat in my mind. “I’ve kept every written record of demonic bloodlines for a millennium,” I told her. “Including those marked as erased.” “Why erased?” she asked. “Because some bloodlines were too powerful,” I said, voice low. “Or too dangerous to remain remembered.”

In a wolf of werewolves, Alphas, and Kings, weakness got you killed… “There’ll be nothing left of you when Rain Blood is done with you!” My blood ran cold! Rain Blood… A merciless bastard, who killed for sports. He was a rogue, at first no real threat. Then he started taking over smaller packs, meticulously growing his following bigger and bigger. My father – the King of the Werewolves – had set out his army to take out this threat… None had returned! Roughly and mercilessly my captors had cuffed my hands to the chains. I was now suspended from the ceiling, my toes barely reaching the stone floor beneath me.

"It’s not them, Mom! The Council is using the silver in their blood to control them!" The survivors didn't growl. They didn't shift. They simply walked forward in a slow, synchronized rhythm. It was the "Puppet Walk." Every time their feet hit the ground, a faint red pulse of energy rippled through the grass. They were forming a circle around Elias, their movements perfect and robotic. "The Crescent Bloodline is a battery, boy," the voices hissed through Mia’s lips. "And a battery can be short-circuited. If we cannot have their power, we will let it burn them from the inside out."

"How?" He looked at the red moon outside. "We thought the Blood Moon would end the curse." "What will it do?" He whispered: "It will awaken every ancient bloodline." Kael stepped forward. "How many?" Her father looked at him. "All of them." Selene's eyes widened. "Vampires?" "Witches?" "Shifters?" Her father nodded. "Every supernatural bloodline that disappeared centuries ago." Luna stared. "Then the werewolf war was only the beginning." A distant bell rang.

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…”

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

( Alyssa said) "Yes please, what does it say?" ( Mr Leonardo adds up In a hate and listened to what she had to say) Alyssa's turns her eyes and falls it on me while speaking, she says, "Life has a way of making us pay for our sins, and concerning the what you told me, yes!!! Your son is being hunted by the spirit of his dead brother". "what?" Mr Leonardo airs out in disbelief. Alyssa kept her countenance on me while Mr Leonardo vents out and leaves me behind.

Kael growled, thrusting harder. “I love you,” Damien whispered, biting down on her shoulder again, completing the blood circle. The climax that followed was cataclysmic. All three shattered together in perfect unison. A blinding pillar of silver-crimson-violet light erupted from their bodies, shooting straight up through the chamber and piercing the blood moon itself. The entire Nexus resonated with power. Runes flared across the walls. The ley lines stabilized into a single harmonious braid. Serena’s belly glowed brightly as the child of three bloodlines was conceived — a perfect fusion of werewolf resilience, vampire immortality, and witch adaptability.

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.

I flipped to the back of the book. The last chapter was titled "The Line of Lunae: Unique Manifestations of Power." I sat down on the stone bench and started reading. The Line of Lunae possessed a unique gift, separate from the standard Alpha bloodline abilities. This power, known as the Blood-Call, allowed those of Lunae descent to feel and influence the emotional landscape of those around them. Unlike empathic abilities, which are subtle and passive, the Blood-Call functions more like weather. It can be gentle or it can be a storm, depending on the wielder's emotional state.