Vampire Bloodlines Clans 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

Calyx suddenly sat upright from the couch, eyes narrowing sharply. “Wait.” All of us looked toward him. He grabbed several parchment sheets and spread them quickly across the table. “I’ve been tracing bloodlines.” Atlas groaned immediately. “You say that like it’s normal.” “It is normal.” “No it isn’t.” Calyx ignored him completely. “There are certain families and bloodlines that keep appearing in old records around vampire rumors.” He pointed at several names written across the parchment. “Strong bloodlines. Old ones.” My stomach tightened slightly as I looked down.

“Many people envy our clan, although we are perhaps the last in terms of Strength. - Do you have many clans? – Ira asked her thoughtfully, admiring the beautiful nature around. Even the stone walls looming on the horizon did not spoil the overall landscape. “Mmmm, there are as many Higher Ones who have received the title of “lord,” there are as many clans,” Savina answered, playing with her finger with her golden curled lock of hair. - There are now nine Ligirian clans. In other countries, I don’t know, usually vampire communities hide such information,” she added. - Who are the Supreme Ones? The girls looked at her intently, wondering how a vampire, even a newly converted one, could not kno

I told him, very succinctly, the situation. “Why do the vampires want the baby's blood?” asked Axel uncomprehendingly. “Because of our bloodlines,” I said confidently. “But you're a half-breed, and although my family is from a powerful werewolf bloodline, there's nothing out of the ordinary,” Axel said with an even more furrowed brow. “No,” I said earnestly. “I'm not a common half-breed, actually; my maternal family comes from an old lineage of a fallen angel.”

Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality. Royal family bloodline was kept by marrying their own cousins. And it all went on for years. Until the government was changed into a Republic. And later own, the royal bloodline was no longer kept intact that their rare blood was mixed with average blood and scattered around the world. And the elder hunters thought she must be from a family who tried to keep their bloodline. But there is no physical proof to these theories except from a vampire's sensitivity to smell. Clayton is getting anxious that the elders are also keeping a close eye to this woman. He felt protecti

He repeated, rubbing a soothing hand across the bump of my shoulder. “Oh – yeah. They’re sort of like my adopted family, I guess. Wolves have a pack, right?” “Right,” he nodded, his eyes slightly narrowed as he focused on my words. “Well, we have a Clan. The Sunstone Clan,” I said, surprised to hear a hint of pride in my voice. “Aradia is the head of the Clan, and Ezrand is her nightmate. Her mate,” I added, somewhat unnecessarily, as clarification. “And we’re made up of vampires who reject the darkness. You see, there are two – well, three, really – types of vampires. And I’d guess that your stories, your legends, are about the Dark Vampires.”

“You don’t even know me.” “You keep saving me ,” I say. “That’s enough for tonight .” The stained-glass windows explode inward . Omaras (face shredded from my claws, still bleeding) and Sorrel drop through, followed by twenty elite vampires in black armor. “Found you,” Omaras growls, touching his ruined cheek. “This face is permanent, hybrid. I’m going to wear yours next.” Adrian steps in front of me, blade out . “Over my dead body .”

“Fine, I can give you a bit of information that I have known for a while. My master is indeed a best friend to Miss Cattleya’s grandfather. The problem arises when the vampire clan demanded some responsibility after the death of their first blood in the hands of the elven king.” “First blood? What’s first blood?” I asked her with a big question mark on my head. “First blood is the first vampire who got turned and then spread the curse or blesses for some people. He was the creator of the vampire clan.” Lia answer it for me, and I was so thankful there was no mockery towards me. At least she knows I was not a woman who didn’t know anything about mystic blood before. “But do you have some evid

Willie answered very patiently, "Oh my God, you really don't know anything. Poor girl" In the next moment, he introduced me in great detail: "The third generation vampires are the descendants of the second generation vampires. And they are the most powerful generation of us vampires. From what our fathers said, they had the ability to fight with the gods. Naturally, they also became the main leaders of the subsequent generations of vampires. In this case, later generations called them the 'Blood Hosts'. Do you know about the Thirteen Clans?" "I just learned about them." "The thirteen clans are the clans established by the third generation of vampires. They are independent of each other. So c

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”