Vampire Diaries Bloodlines Novels & Stories

This isn’t about lust anymore. This is about empire. Blood. Legacy. “You wanted to marry me,” I whisper as the gag comes off, “so you could have the Bishop reign.” I lift my chin. “But I’m not your crown. I’m your curse.” Jace’s hand finds my face—his palm firm but reverent. “She’s mine,” he says softly, but loud enough for Damon to hear. “Not by blood. Not by alliance. By choice.” And that ruins Damon more than any bullet could have.

The court mourned the loss of their queen, yet a darker whisper spread like wildfire: “The Red Lycan bloodline must end.” Darwin saw his opportunity. He had lost his sister, but his ambition outweighed his grief. He called upon the council, using his influence to convince them that the Red Lycan bloodline was too dangerous, too volatile, to continue ruling. “We cannot risk another outburst,” he argued, voice cold and steady. “For the safety of our kingdom, it’s time for a new king—a stable leader, untainted by the Red blood.”

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

When he was done, he gently placed her body back on the bed and walked into the bathroom. Once he saw Bella's blood in his hands and mouth in the mirror, he felt different, he felt ashamed. He had betrayed his brother. He was sure Adonis would have killed to have that opportunity. Still, he washed her blood off his hand, mouth, and neck before walking back into the room. "Let's move them both back to the house," The vampire King suggested and Marco nodded. A blanket was removed from one of the sofas to wrap around Bella as they carried her out of the hospital.

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

But I was too distracted to feel comforted. She leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t make a scene, Diana. Trust me.” Her words were a gentle breeze in the chaos, but I was too busy trying to make sense of what was happening to heed her advice. “Topic: Supernatural Hierarchy and Transformation,” the second teacher, a pale woman with hair like silk and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, announced. “There are three known bloodlines…. The Moon-Bound, the Hollow-Eyed, and the Burned Claw. Today, we discuss their rites of ascension…”

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”