Vampire Diaries Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Strapped to the bed and held down by the priestesses, Elira's legs were flexed and parted, as a long steel needle toiled inside her, seeking the blood barrier between mother and child. “Please! Someone help, stop!” She screamed, stretching her upper body off the bed, only to be pinned down again. The chief priestess found the barrier, using the steel needle to puncture and absorb the child's blood. “Are you sure this is the best way?” Nireya asked, glancing between Advisor Maevin and Kaelric. “Shouldn’t we have waited until the child was born?” “Please, I'm begging you!” Elira choked on a sob, trembling from the pains sharpening against her spine as the chief priestess pulled out the needle,

Damon’s voice cut in sharply. “He is an infant.” Cassian chuckled. “Not exactly.” A chill crawled along my spine. “What are you saying?” I asked quietly. Cassian paused. Then he spoke slowly. “This child carries two bloodlines that have been enemies for generations.” My mind froze. “What?” Lucian went completely still. Damon sounded furious. “You are lying.” Cassian ignored him. “The Vale bloodline,” he continued calmly, “and the Hale Alpha line.” My breathing hitched.

Kaelan picked it up and flipped to the blood specialist's notes at the back. Fledgling displays unusual bloodline stability for a Dhampir of his age and circumstance. Mother's bloodline contribution significantly greater than standard assessment would predict... the two bloodlines appear to have reinforced each other... preliminary indicators suggest exceptional and rare potential. Full evaluation recommended once awakening window closes. He read it twice. He thought about what he'd said on the phone. We're vampires. Luka has our blood. He can push through a surge. He had said that while his son was on a bedroom floor with no elixir and no one but his mother's arms around him.

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:

( Alyssa said) "Yes please, what does it say?" ( Mr Leonardo adds up In a hate and listened to what she had to say) Alyssa's turns her eyes and falls it on me while speaking, she says, "Life has a way of making us pay for our sins, and concerning the what you told me, yes!!! Your son is being hunted by the spirit of his dead brother". "what?" Mr Leonardo airs out in disbelief. Alyssa kept her countenance on me while Mr Leonardo vents out and leaves me behind.

"About the future." Alpha Alexander nodded. "Indeed. With the next full moon approaching, it seems appropriate to begin formalizing arrangements." Ethan tensed. He knew exactly where this was heading "Alexandra will be coming of age," Alpha Jackson continued. "A perfect age for a Luna, would you not agree?" "The Laurent and Moreau bloodlines have always been strong allies," Alpha Alexander said, looking directly at Ethan. "A union would only strengthen both packs." “The Moreau line has produced exceptional Lunas for generations," Alpha Jackson added, placing his hand briefly on his wife's shoulder. Luna Beatrice smiled on cue, the perfect example of what they all expected Alexandra to become

“He wasn’t a wolf.” The room feels colder. My heart stops. “What was he?” I ask, though dread coils in my stomach like a tightening rope. She swallows hard. “A bloodline vampire. One of the old clans… He died before he ever knew Allyssa existed.” My jaw clenches. The pieces fall painfully into place. Bloodline vampires are rare, powerful, and ancient. If she inherited even a fraction of that blood… No wonder her shift was violent. No wonder she fought herself.

"Oh, you don't know this yet, Hannah? As the Crown Princess of the Moon Church, you had the bloodline of a pureblood vampire since you born. You are closest person to a Blood Host and the most suitable heir to the vampire kingdom." He paused for a moment and looked at me. I could see he was a little bit regret: "But as you can see, something wrong happened to your body. It leads you to have two bloodlines, not only vampire blood but also werewolf blood. Werewolves and vampires have been hostile for tens of thousands of years. You must know it very well. In this case, if you, a person who has both bloodlines, rule the entire vampire kingdom directly, most of the vampires will not agree."

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.”

His ocean blue eyes are now dark and the pain is clear in them. I raise my hands and touch his cheeks. I caress his face and look him in the eyes. "Damien," I call him out. "Imagine this: a perfect life as a child with a big family to love and cherish. I was a young Vampire by then. All that mattered to me was my parents and my family. As a bloodline Vampire, my parents were also bloodline Vampires. Blood line vampires are original vampires not the turned ones. Bloodline Vampires are the only vampires who can have magical abilities," he says and then shuts his eyes. He rubs his forehead and then continues his narration.