Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines Fanfiction 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.

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?

but I had to play along I don't want the first fight to be cause by the wolves. I took her delicate hand in mine. It was colder, deadly cold, yet her touch burned my skin like flames of fire. "We shall princess," I bit out trying to his my anger. The hall erupted in cheers... but beneath the fake cheers, I heard the whispers, the urge to eliminate all the enemies, the anger beneath the fake smiles. The Alpha of the crimson pack is now bound to a vampire... The Blackwood bloodline is now tainted. The wolves want to fight back but we won't atyack first.

“The prophecy is accelerating.” Damon looked annoyed already. “I’m getting tired of hearing that sentence.” “You should get used to it,” Dravenna replied calmly. “Things will only become more unstable from now on.” I finally pulled my arm away from Lucien completely and looked down at my hands. The markings faded slowly, but the strange pressure inside me remained. “What exactly happened?” I asked. Mira answered carefully. “The bond between your bloodlines recognized itself completely for the first time.” “That still explains nothing.”

“The child is mine! Give me the vessel!” Damon snarled and shifted one arm into claws, slashing at her spectral form while still holding me. “Stay the fuck away from my mate and pup!” Victor attacked from the other side. “She belongs to the Blackthorn bloodline!” I was trapped between pain, pleasure, and two monsters trying to claim what was inside of me. What sort of shit had I gotten myself into? “Damon, I need you,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Inside me. Please. It helps.”

From what I can tell, her other bloodline might possibly be under Elizabeth’s bloodline— because, for a vampire, she’s beautiful. “A vampire…huh. Whose bloodline were you under…?” I said to Sherry. “Eh? You are familiar with the vampire race…?” “I read history, more or less.” “My family bloodline is under Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius, and Lady Elizabeth.” Hearing those unbelievable words, I shook my head for a moment to clear my thoughts. “Say that again?” I ask to confirm once more. “Okay… Lord Ambrogio, Lord Gaius and Lady Elizabeth.”

“Blood magic is not instinctual. It is structured and dangerous. Without understanding the laws governing it, backlash is inevitable. You were lucky it merely exploded” “Lucky” I echoed hollowly. “There’s more…..” she continued, “....Your blood—” I felt it before she finished, a tightening in my chest. “It carries the scent of ancients.... ” Maria said quietly, “.... Old magic. Bloodlines that no longer exist openly.” My pulse thundered in my ears. “That makes you vulnerable.... ” she went on. “.... Especially here” “Because of… wolves?” I asked. “And vampires... ” she added calmly.

"Steal her bloodline?" An even greater uproar erupted from the crowd. "What is she talking about?" "How can a bloodline be stolen?" "What does this mean?" Lyla's face turned a deathly white. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammered. "Stealing a bloodline? I don't know what you mean!" I ignored her pathetic denial and turned to the stunned Damon. He staggered back, all the color gone from his face. "No… impossible… you were just an outcast…"

He walked towards the two vampires that had stepped out. " By the mixture of a Darkblood vampire and your blood and the rejection of your people, the blood which runs through your body would no longer bare that of a Redline vampire but will be replaced with a Darkblood vampire, the mark of a Redline and the royal mark would vanish from your body and choose who it wants," Vlad pierced their wrist earning their gushing blood which he allowed to fall into the chalice. The two vampires hissed in pain, clattering, curses and insults rained from the people. Vlad proceeded to Micage who was relaxed as he allowed Vlad to take from his blood.