Vampiric Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

“So my ex-stepsister tried to ruin my life, my stepmother poisoned my father, my story was stolen, and now I’m a magical creature surrounded by more magical creatures.” “Basically.” “Cool cool cool. Totally normal week.” I waited. She didn’t say anything else for a long time. Then she asked, “What about Isaac?” I raised my brows. “What about him?” She gave me a look. “He’s a vampire too,” I said. “Same origin as Noah. Same fangs. Different amount of brooding.” “Explains the attitude.” I sipped again. “Explains a lot.” She tilted her head slightly. “You two have been spending time together.”

CHAPTER 33 The laughter from breakfast had faded like smoke in the wind. The parlor was dim, windows drawn, the ancient chandelier overhead casting dull amber light across the long table. Dorian set down a thick, worn book with a heavy thud. Dust rose from its cracked leather cover, and Lucian and Kai stood silently behind him as he opened it. Elias watched, his arms crossed, his fingers still tingling from the pan incident. “This is the Viritas Codex,” Dorian said. “Oldest surviving classification of all known bloodlines and species. Vampiric, demonic, angelic, shifter, fae, witch-kind, hybrids. It’s what we use to identify anomalies.”

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

“It’s not just some ancient evil we’re dealing with. It’s a curse—one that’s been tied to my bloodline for centuries.” A stunned silence followed his revelation. Aria’s eyes widened in disbelief, and even Eldrin seemed taken aback by the gravity of Lucian’s words. “Your bloodline?” Dorian echoed, his voice incredulous. “What curse?” Lucian’s expression darkened, his gaze falling to the ground as if unwilling to meet their eyes. “The curse of the Vampires of Vayne,” he said quietly. “My family was once part of an ancient order of warriors who protected the world from supernatural forces. But that protection came at a price.”

I gave her a crooked smile. "They say that the first vampires were descendants of the fallen angels. Those whom we call royals come directly from them. The Primal bloodlines are the strongest. Those with the purest royal blood in them often have unique abilities. For example, they can inflict pain or move objects using their minds," she explained, and I instantly thought of the one who tested me in court—Simone—and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "The royals don't need blood to survive. Those who come from the Primals drink occasionally, and mostly when they feel weaker, or when they are injured," she continued, and I couldn't help but feel slightly relieved by her words.

“No, you are a Pure-blooded, but not one but 2 lines, and I think there may have been a human line in your blood prior. I studied for many years on bloodlines and yours I would place in Europe Area; Italian and Jamaican, with an Egyptian that came later. Wow! I do not think I have come across that before. It was not easy to detect. However, I was exceptional when it came to blood lines. I think because of the Enforcer in me helps.” Dominic gave a hardy laugh. “Well, Woman, you are far off! I was human turned by the Egyptian King.” “No, you were not full human. You had Italian human blood traces that meant you were half human and half vampire at one time. Your Jamaican Pure-blooded vampire li

Until then, it is possible to prevent vampirism by healing the disease and eliminating the virus. 'Another falsehood is that vampires are unable to exchange blood. They are bloodline creatures that require blood, and they will never exchange their blood for another. The (Dark Gift) is passed from vampires to humans through the exchange of blood. A single vampire must bite and feed on a human until the person is on the verge of dying. Vampires cut or bite their own flesh at just the perfect moment, offering their own vampire blood to the dying human, who then has no choice but to accept the vampire's blood.

These creatures are perilous, but she just finds herself being safe around them. “That is not how it works,” Bathilda said. “Some people are not worthy to become part of the race, especially some certain bloodlines. Those humans we turned, it is not certain that all of them will survive. When a vampire turns a human, some die in the process of turning, some become rogue vampires and some corrupts.” “You knew that all along and you went ahead with it? That is like murdering someone after inflicting suffering,” Amber said with a bit of anger. “So those people just had to die just like that.”