Novel & Cerita The Vampire Diaries Bloodlines

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Every vampire they passed bowed slightly, deferred to his presence like he was more than a noble or a general. Like he was royalty. She found the ledger she needed in a locked cabinet: Bloodlines of the Ancients. It was thick and heavy, bound in worn leather and sealed with iron clasps. She picked the lock with a flick of her dagger and flipped through the pages until she found it:

“I was told to destroy this journal. I refused. Too many lives have been lost because the truth was buried.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the page. Whoever had written this had been afraid. I continued. “The First Blood Heir is not simply an heir to a throne. The child carries blood from two ancient Alpha lines. One line belongs to Blackthorn. The other belongs to a bloodline that the elders believed had disappeared.” I stopped. Blackthorn. Ronan's pack. My heart began beating faster. I read the sentence again. Two Alpha bloodlines. I thought about the portrait.

"What lineage are you talking about, I am just an unlucky human." "We don't have the full history of the line," Riven cut in from his spot against the far wall the first time he had spoken in minutes. "What we do know is that Valdris has been tracking it for decades. Long before the barrier started degrading. Long before the elders in Wrenfield even knew you existed." He pushed off the stone, his amber eyes serious. "Valdris found the bloodline first. The council only caught wind that he was hunting someone, ran their own research, and managed to track you down before his scouts did. That is how the sacrifice plan was born. It wasn't some ancient pack tradition passed down through generation

Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon. "Who?" He frowned. "Vampire Diaries. Ring a bell?" He shook his head. "Never mind then." I sighed. "My name is Damon Cullen," he stated. I gave him a long look. This was suspicious. "Do you have someone named Edward Cullen in your family?" I questioned. "No, and I don't know why you're stating all of these names. Besides, I don't have a family." I got disappointed at his answer since I was kinda wishing he would've said yes. His whole existence is just a huge coincidence.

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

Elijah was dead serious, but it was clear in Alice’s eyes that she didn’t care for that information. She stared at him, "You’re saying that you’re not like them?" "You might or might not believe me, but I’m telling the truth. You heard my conversation with that pureblood. He was calling me righteous. I don’t appreciate the nickname, but it’s simply because they are much worse than I am. I’m sure that your little organization still has no idea where vampires came from, but vampires also have bloodlines. But I don’t belong in any of the bloodlines." He wasn’t sure if telling Alice the truth was the right thing to do, but if he wanted to get information, he had to give some too.

She has no idea what trouble she’s in tasting so good. * * * The Travors Bloodline August 5th, 1716 Transcriber: Fredrick Yearn Maxwell George Barnett is born within the Freemore bloodline. Vampire Cornelius Herrington is the possessor of all individuals who belong within the stated bloodline. At the moment Maxwell is one of eight persons alive who can nourish their owner. Thankfully, vampire rules state that blood lettings cannot happen until the individual is no longer a child. March 17th, 1736

This… this is different. This thing in front of him is not just an enemy. It is blood. It is legacy. It is the very root of what he is. And it is standing there, ready to kill him. “He’s not just the first Lycan,” Arwan continues, almost giddy now. “He’s the most powerful. Every drop of strength you’ve ever known… came from him. But diluted. Watered down through generations of weaker wolves, softer bloodlines.” Theon doesn’t move. His claws dig into the dirt, but he doesn’t shift his stance.