Novel & Cerita Vampiric Bloodlines

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Waylan suddenly stand up and got near Ranz when he cut his wrist while standing in front of Lesly who is not breathing anymore. Suddenly blood starts flowing from Ranz wrist. "What are you doing Ranz?" "The only way for Lesly to be alive is by drinking my blood, she will going to become like us," he said in a lonely voice. And when he started putting his wrist on Lesly's mouth, Waylan pushes him. "No, you can't do that. If you love Lesly then don't do it? Do you want her to suffer just like you because of becoming a vampire? It hurts I know but we can't do anything but to let her go."

"No. You see, the world is not as it appears. There is more to it than meets the eye, things that most humans do not understand…" "Dad, can you please speak English?" "Right. Beyond what most can see, lies a world of evil. Creatures roam the earth, claiming victims and draining their blood…" "You mean vampires?" "Yes. Vampires." "Hmm… are you feeling alright?" "What? Yes! Now, listen… Many centuries ago; long before my time, or even my father's time there were two brothers. Clayton and Dominic Lawrence. They were human, living their lives just like everyone else during that era…"

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.

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.”

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.”

“You see, vympires were turning vampire prior to the creation of Dracula, but they had no king or organized society until Dracula was created by the vympire rogue turned vampire, Dracul, and his evil sorcerer. Part of what Dracul’s sorcerer did to Dracula was to make him immortal. Although his vampires live for thousands of years, they eventually do expire. Dracula cannot expire. He’s doomed to live forever, never moving forward, always stuck in time. Some saint, whose name eludes me, managed to slip in a loophole that only a very few are aware of. Dracula can be killed by the bloodline of a loyal general who he betrayed while still a human. Somehow, the family lost the knowledge of th

"He never did." "No." Devon agreed simply. "He used her the same way he has used everything else in his life. As a tool. Nothing more." "You mentioned her blood… ” I said, forcing the conversation forward before I let myself sit too long in that particular thought. "And her bloodline. What does that mean? ” Devon's expression shifted, something more serious settling over his features. "Vampires can recognize blood by scent, Alaric. Not just individual people. Entire lines. Families that carry something distinct enough in their blood that it lingers for generations."

Vampires' blood type were only D22 because of their same origin of bloodline. The mixed species were the ones with negative and positive blood types. I read further in the report. “MISS EVA IS NOT A PURE WEREWOLF. SHE IS MIXED SPECIES.” “What the...?”

“Tonight we celebrate the return of my brother. And the capture of the last royal hybrid.” Servants glide forward with silver goblets filled with thick dark blood. Valerius takes one, offers it to Adrian. “Drink,” he says pleasantly. “From whichever vein you prefer.” Adrian’s eyes flick to me, horror flashing. Valerius follows the look. Smiles wider. “Oh,” he says, almost gentle. “You want hers.” He gestures. A stunning female vampire steps forward, throat bared, red lips curved in invitation. “Or hers,” Valerius offers. “Your choice.”