Vampire Bloodlines Clans Novels & Stories

He replied to his daughter as he stretched his hands to pat her on her cheek. “You are forgetting that you are not a human and this life you are living is really not meant for you, you are on a mission to get a hold of that good for nothing half vampire and werewolf boy. It is quite a pity that he doesn’t know who he really is but he will eventually find out soon enough and when he does, he would join us to fight against the werewolves. I know he is an abomination of nature that happened because of the clumsiness of the alpha of the wolf clan and a female vampire from our clan, that abomination that they call love is responsible for this boy and we would need to get him on our side to be abl

“I want to help, so I inhabited Clara and came in person, so to say.” “Okay, well, it’s good to see you again,” Maia said, releasing her from their hug. Susan Hemingway was confused and wasn’t used to such activities taking place. She was witnessing this for the first time. “Sorry, what were you saying about the Blood Lord?” Maia asked. “This is a descendant of the Blood Lord bloodline,” Clara said, looking at Susan. “Oh, yes, Blake said that he had met with a family of Vampires not too long ago. Welcome, dear.” Maia said and hugged Susan as well. “Becoming part of Blake’s harem?”

This was neither the time nor the place, however, and I'm sure that Paul knew it wasn't over. In the meantime, he was adamant that it be more than an agreement but a blood promise, which is an oath that cannot be broken between vampires. It required each of us to share our blood, facilitated by a quick bite to our wrists and then sharing it with the others much like the ceremony that initiated us onto the Council. Alexis gave Kaniji a chilly look when she dared to look at him as if his blood was on the table for the offering, and she swiftly lowered her eyes. No one took blood from an Elder … Well, except for someone so blinded by her own lust that she acted without thought of consequences.

Carl shivered literally when the thought crossed his mind. "Yeah, I hope too. I don't want to face the previous gang leader's sons" Tim exclaimed in agreement with Carl. Justin and Zack stared intently at Carl while their spoons froze in the air. The last words from Tim caught the attention of the two boys. "What are their fathers?" Zack suddenly asked curiously while he started to feel uneasy with the way the two are discussing the two princes and their fathers. "Their fathers are the previous scary gang leader of the engineering, Devon the demon, and the previous casanova of medical, Bienley the virgin wrecker " Tim added confidently.

Signed, Aurelius Dynasty. Ancient Noble Vampire Clan. To the Mortal Wolf Princess who feels she has bought the world... The silver blood of your ancestors has greeted our long sleep. We invite you to a tea party at Avalon castle next month. Come alone and bring your life. Or we will drain the blood of a billion people on your disgusting continent in the next full moon cycle. Chloe Vanguard put the paper back on the tray. There was no look of fear at all, but a sadistic smile that began to grow horribly.

“Your highness, you may not notice, but we were never truly rogues. At least not all of us and not from the beginning.” I squinted my eyes in confusion. “What do you mean?” Damien asks from behind me. He exhales. “We were part of a small clan known as the… the Ravenspire clan.” My heart drops. He continued. “And our leaders carried the lunaris bloodline.” My chest tightens. Damien takes another step closer. “What? The lunaris bloodline?” Reva stares at him for a moment before nodding. “Yes.” “How…where are they? I thought they had gone extinct?” Damien follows again.

"Normally, vampires need a blood mate for stability and strength. Coupled with the fact that he is royalty, he needs it more but he found it unpleasant to drink directly from strangers, even when he was desperate. Also some unpleasant things have happened in the process in the past. The fact that he chose you means your blood is perfect for him. Some vampires are lucky enough to have their fated mate be their blood mate, but for the basics, the Lord just needs a compatible blood mate." Hmmm. Blood mate and fated mate. I spent the afternoon in the private library, going over ancient texts on vampire bloodlines and court law. The library texts detailing the Valerius bloodline referred to the s

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

Relax. It was of course, to be an Elder, you have to be pure. Yes, born as a vampire not converted. Converted ones were classified as rogues because of the impurity of their blood. Being an Elder was also inherited or passed down specifically from a family member until such time he choose to step down, the next in line will fill in the spot, continuing the course of heritage and time. Vampires have clans. In human lingo, it was more like a club or an organization but for us, a clan was like a crest representing lineage and history, thus for every Elder comes with a clan to represent and continue to thrive for the very survival of our kind.

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.”