Vampire Diaries Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Kael growled, thrusting harder. “I love you,” Damien whispered, biting down on her shoulder again, completing the blood circle. The climax that followed was cataclysmic. All three shattered together in perfect unison. A blinding pillar of silver-crimson-violet light erupted from their bodies, shooting straight up through the chamber and piercing the blood moon itself. The entire Nexus resonated with power. Runes flared across the walls. The ley lines stabilized into a single harmonious braid. Serena’s belly glowed brightly as the child of three bloodlines was conceived — a perfect fusion of werewolf resilience, vampire immortality, and witch adaptability.

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.

On the night her pack's alpha publicly rejects her for another woman, Seraphina Vale expects humiliation. She doesn't expect a death sentence. Stripped of her mate bond and left without protection, Sera watches Kael Draven name Isolde Kane his true Luna in front of the entire pack, and within hours, Isolde has convinced Blackthorn's elders that a rejected mate with no rank and no defender is nothing but a liability. Bound and dragged into the forest to be killed on her own alpha's order, Sera expects that to be the end of her story. Instead, a stranger cuts down her executioners without hesitation and claims her before she can say a single word in protest. Lucian Voss, alpha of a rival famil

"It's time to prove your loyalty to me, I know my stupid cousin thinks he is the Alpha of the Night Walkers but I know one day, my wolf form will be free, even if I die trying my son Andre will take over from where I stop, now I want you to attack the pack that did this to my family in the past, the pack who cursed my lineage and bounded my wolf form and stripping my line of the alpha title,I I heard from an insider that the Moonstone pack luna is given birth right now to the next heir, I don't want that, attack the pack and take their baby from them, do not kill them, I want them to live in pains forever and leave this life with no one to succeed the alpha title." They were all happy to car

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

Elena had made her move, and she had done so with blood. The retaliation wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t calculated the way she thought it was. No—it was desperate, reckless, and meant to force our hand before we could solidify our growing dynasty. But she had made a mistake. Because we weren’t just rulers protecting an empire anymore. We were parents ensuring that no one threatened our child before they even took their first breath. And that meant there would be no mercy. It came without warning.

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.

As she fought and clawed at him, Lavinia took the opportunity to lean into the taller girl beside her. "What is this? Where are those girls going?" The taller girl glanced between Lavinia and the crying girl. "Astor is choosing his next batch of meals." "Astor…" That name was familiar to Lavinia. Everyone knew the Astor Family, a Vampire Clan that had control of an entire supply chain of blood. Every vulnerable citizen knew the process. Astor Industries grew and manufactured blood to sell to other vampires, eliminating the need to hunt. But blood does not grow without life. Rumors swirled around that family that they ran farms, raising humans for the slaughter, and selling their blood

“How far are you in the bloodline? He asks eagerly, as it's been a mystery to him why she can’t make her own lineage. “6th…” She responds casually. He almost choked on his spit. “Single-digit,” he mumbled. She nodded. “Citadel elders might capture and imprison me if they learn my bloodline.” She smirked, “The same goes for the Black Order, they will hunt me down if they learn about my existence.” “I thought Elder Mauritius knew about you…” he stated in concern. “He does know I’m a Vampire but has no clue that I’m old blood. The only people who knew about me as old blood aside from us were Velmont and Gertrude… And Tony, but he has no idea about the hierarchy.” She explains.