Universal Monsters: Eternal Bloodlines Novels & Stories

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

When I was looking at my burning house I could hear the voices of celebration from the house next door, it was all sort of happy screams of congratulation, it was the Forbes, celebrating the death and defeat of my family but they were unaware the eldest son of the dynasty was still alive and he would not rest until he make all those people pay their debts who are responsible for his family’s death and in that moment I decided that I would take revenge with them but not them alone, the beauty of being a vampire, I would get to see generations of Forbes and I would make every generation suffer and die, it is a battle of bloodlines where the future generations would have to pay price of the si

The only thing they don’t know for sure is how many individuals they have harmed. Their foes, the red-eyed werewolves, are more than evil creatures. They were exclusively interested in human blood. They’ve been at odds with them for thousands of years. Every generation grows in strength, and there are more and more of them. “We need to be extremely cautious, dad,” Lawrence stated. “The mountains in this area are their only option for living.” Not that I don’t trust you, son, but I didn’t make the mistake of spying on William at your school,” Greco said after a moment’s contemplation.

Red ran down to another part of Central and hid them in a cave. He is going to use them to fulfil all his purpose someday. Which is; power, kingdoms. The monkeys scavenge their says through the camp to the city and start attacking Central. The witches and wolves blamed the vampire for their creatures. Because the monkey seems to develop wings like a bat, red eyes and long canine. The wolves and the vampires ganged up and started a Battle with the vampires. The battles last for longer months as 70 Percent of Central was almost destroyed with countless people dead.

Asena giggled "Geez you're a real softy, if someone told me right now you're a hybrid princess I'd laugh in their face" Rebecca puffed her cheeks up "So I have compassion, smite me" "Yes, its very sweet in fact, but its time for you to make a flip, twist, become someone else..." Asena said and stretched her arms above her head. "Become?" "Time to embrace your monsters" "Monsters!? Plural!?" "Yes, you think the Vladimir bloodline has just some random average bloodsuckers? No young lady, they are some of the most powerful vampires around, not even the Velvitali came close to them"

"But why? What was so special about their bloodlines that it would lead to destruction?" Uncle Martin took a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal more. "Your father belonged to the Ansel bloodline, known for their incredible strength and resilience as werewolves. And your mother, she was from the ancient and powerful Niklaus Mikaelson family, with a bloodline that traced back over a thousand years. The combination of their bloodlines was believed to hold tremendous power, but also great danger. It was said that if two descendants of Ansel and Niklaus Mikaelson came together, it would unleash a destructive force that could bring chaos and devastation." Samaria leaned in, her eyes filled w

And not just any magic—bloodline magic, the kind that left a mark in the air long after the fire died. Only one clan had ever carried that kind of power. The White Wolves. The Rosewood Clan. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven—Alpha King, ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack—stood atop the cliffs of the ancient stone circle, overlooking the ruins his ancestors had once sworn to protect. His hands were clenched behind his back, but tension rolled off his shoulders like heat. Someone had invoked old power. Without his permission. Without his knowledge. And worse? They’d done it under his nose.

"Stories my father told me when I was a little boy. About a special kind of blood. A bloodline that was closer to the Moon Goddess than any Alpha." He stopped at a corner that was covered in spiderwebs. He pulled out a very thin, very old book. It didn't have a title on the front. He laid it down on a wooden table and beckoned me over. "Look," he said. I leaned in. The pages were yellow and crumbly. There were drawings of wolves with silver fur and eyes that looked like stars. The writing was in a language I didn't know, but the pictures told a story. They showed these special wolves protecting the world from dark things. They were called the Lunar Bloodline.

What I felt there made my breath catch in surprise rather than fear. "They're not hostile," I announced. "But they're not seeking alliance either. They're... curious. Like researchers studying an interesting phenomenon." "Researchers studying us," Umbral corrected from shadow-form near the altar. "The supernatural awakening has attracted attention from entities that normally remain completely isolated." "What kind of entities?" I asked. "The Archival Bloodlines," Memory Keeper Solas said, their expression growing troubled. "Supernatural families that withdrew from active society centuries ago to focus on preserving knowledge and monitoring magical evolution."

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.”