The Bloodline Novels & Stories

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”

"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."

But she pretended to be me and acted as if nothing could touch her. "Those idiots walked into my path! It's not my fault they got hit!" she snapped. Someone shouted at her, "You can't just do that! I'm calling 911!" She just scoffed, "I'm the Lincoln Enterprise heiress. Who's gonna touch me? You can call them if you want. If they're still alive, I'm not gonna cover the medical bills. Besides, there aren't any cameras here!" She said that and left. The family died on the spot.

For the first time since arriving, he sounded tired. “The problem is that impossible things keep happening.” Nobody argued with that. Because looking around, impossible seemed to be the theme of our lives. My mother continued. “When the Bloodline chooses an heir, it usually settles inside one person.” Her gaze moved between Lucien and me. “This time it didn’t.” The meaning hit me immediately. The Bloodline had split not because something went wrong but because it chose to. My stomach dropped. “You’re saying…” My voice faded. I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Tara looks at Arden. "Ressa confirmed it," she says. "Lian's light and mine are the same lineage. Old blood. The Veyron pack carried something of it." She pauses, and then she says the word, for the first time to Kai, in the way that new words deserve to be said when they are finally yours: "The lineage has a name. Liwanag-dugo. It means light-blood. The light before the sun." Kai looks at his hands. At the silver shimmer on his nails that has been there since before he could understand what it was.

he said. I nodded slowly. “It’s the binding that locks away the Old Powers beneath the ley lines. It's what my bloodline was sworn to guard.” He shook his head. “That’s what we told you. It’s not the full truth.” I frowned. “Then what is?” My mother reached into her cloak and drew out a small, weathered book, bound in faded leather, etched with ancient runes so old they seemed to shift under my gaze. “This,” she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.”

Her eyes were sharp, assessing, and for the first time Evelyn realized the full weight of Ava’s warning. “You felt it too,” Ava said softly, her tone tinged with awe. “The bloodline… it’s stirring. It won’t wait for you to be ready.” Evelyn’s chest tightened. “I don’t understand. How? Why now?” Ava shook her head. “It doesn’t care about understanding. Only survival. And you—Evelyn—you are at the center.” The words hit like a dagger. Evelyn clutched the book tighter. “I… I need to know what’s happening,” she whispered.

Ajay asked him if the hospital didn't have the particular blood type he requested, the doctor nodded and that got everyone in a panic. Avanti suggested getting her blood tested to find out if she was of the same blood type as her mom. Abhishek asked her not to bother since they were both B+ types of blood. Mr. Ajay said he also wasn't a match with his wife, we looked at Pinky however she also said, her blood wasn't a match with Mrs. Anuradha's. The doctor asked us to find a way to get the blood on time or else Mrs. Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry.

It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat. *The Bloodline of the Wolf,* it read. *An ancient lineage, tied to the primordial forces of the earth. The power within this bloodline is both a gift and a curse, a force that can shape the world or destroy it.* My hands trembled as I continued reading. The book spoke of rituals, of ancient rites passed down through generations, each one designed to harness and control the power within the bloodline. But it also spoke of dangers—of the consequences of wielding such power without understanding it.

I never thought it had anything to do with Maliyla, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense; all the bad shit started happening right after she left. It wasn't until I started researching her bloodline that I found the most interesting thing about her. Until that moment, I did not know that a bloodline like hers existed, and I was sure that her parents didn't know. However, it now made sense why her father was such a skilled fighter and why everything started falling apart after she was gone. Maliyla came from the Odulf bloodline. As a result of having a member of the bloodline in the pack, it was said that all aspects of the pack would flouris