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One book called to her—a black leather volume with no title. She opened it. Inside were symbols. Runes. Sketches of the mark that now lived on her skin. And a name: Virel. The bloodline cursed by fate. Her breath caught. There were drawings of rituals, of bonds sealed by blood, of lovers bound and torn apart by destiny. Each page seemed to hum with power, and as she turned them, her mark began to burn. “You weren’t supposed to find that,” said a voice behind her. She spun.

I had trusted the face that turned on me, fought beside them, bled beside them—and now their blade had found my blood. I staggered through the wreckage, every step dragging the weight of exhaustion behind it. My power still flickered under my skin like trapped lightning, unstable and whispering things I didn’t want to hear. The whispers were older than me—older than the moon itself. They spoke of the bloodline, of oaths broken and bonds cursed. Auren’s presence was faint, buried somewhere deep in the noise. I couldn’t tell if it was real or if grief had finally learned to imitate his voice. But the pull toward him hadn’t vanished. It twisted through my veins, defying reason and distance.

I repeated under my breath. “Yep. Perth, Dimitri, Fayre. Silian and Xedra. Everyone else you’ll ever meet? They’re all descendants—sired from those five lines. That’s how the vampire world is structured. Pure-bloods at the top, then the clans, then everyone else.” I sat down slowly on the other side of the bed, still keeping a cautious distance. “So all vampires come from them.” “Exactly.” Hannah smiled again, though it was less bright now, more careful. “That’s why feeders like us matter. We keep them strong. We keep the lines going. Everything trickles down from them.”

I watch as Azrael snarls, jumping at the vampire who struck me and melts his eyes out of their sockets before cold hands are cupping my face and emerald green eyes filled with tears are staring into my own as Aylin yanks the blade from me, causing blood to pour from the wound. She’s yelling no at me, like I would be able to follow her command and not die as she tries to stem the black blood that’s pouring from my open chest. I have to accept her rejection now, I can’t die with her still bound to me. I bring my hand to her face, making her still her frantic movements. “I, Damon Marcellus Basso, accept your re-” “NO!” she snarls at me before her hand tangles in my hair and rips my head to the

{In shadows deep, a war shall brew anon, Where mortal and immortal souls and creatures of the night, Shall clash in battle, bloody and foregone, As day and night doth struggle in their might. Yet 'midst this chaos when wombs go barren, fate shall intertwine, A vampire's heart shall seek its destined mate, In this weave of destiny, the most fertile tribrid mate, gifted with extraordinary powers, shall emerge. She shall be drawn and bound by the cosmic threads of fate. Within her, a world of hues shall dance—a multicoloured aura, radiant with the convergence of her ancient lineages. Together, their union shall unravel mysteries and forge paths anew.

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

"Two years ago, our pact was annulled." Linda stepped in front of me with a cold laugh. "Your Highness, you chose the dying imposter. Why are you clinging to Elena now like some rabid dog?" But Vincent seemed to have shut out the rest of the world. His eyes were fixed only on me as he closed the distance between us, each step heavy with menace. Even as he trembled from the magical backlash, he whispered with a desperate obsession, "I severed the blood pact. I drained all my pure blood from her. If you would just look at me... this lifeless body could live again."

He runs a hand down his face, feeling just as helpless as me. “What are the vampire bloodlines? And what happens to me when they figure it out?” I took a seat when my legs started to feel unstable. I clutched the fabric of my pyjama shorts for some semblance of comfort. “There are three original vampire bloodlines. King Matthias is one, King Aurélien of Aralia Is another and prince Marcel’s father, King Emmerich, is the third. But you’re different. You’re scent is almost unique.” He shakes his head like even he doesn’t fully understand it. “Whatever Prince Marcel finds will determine what the King and his council do with you.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Vantessa’s stoic face. VANTESSA: “Impossible. I sealed his grandfather’s bloodline myself—bled and bound it with the Oath of Oblivion.” MAIKA: “Then explain the bloodlust. The fangs. The awakening. He nearly fed on his fiancée.” VANTESSA (grimly): “Then someone interfered with the bloodline. Or…” She leaned forward. VANTESSA: “…something greater is rebalancing the blood of old. The world has changed, Maika. The seal may have unraveled… in response.”

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.