Vampiric Bloodlines Novels & Stories

The voice screamed. Then fell silent. DAY 16 The Keepers found something. Ancient books. Older than House Virel itself. “The curse is tied to Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “But not all of it.” “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It requires a sacrifice. Not a life. A memory.” Lyra looked at Kael. “What kind of memory?” “The strongest one. The one that binds you to this house.” She answered without hesitation. “The night I woke up here.”

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

“They’re here.” A hush fell over the warriors. Across the ridge, black banners appeared tattered cloth bearing the sigil of the ancient bloodlines. Red-eyed figures lined the horizon row upon row of vampires, their armor blackened, their blades dripping with dark magic. Among them, towering bloodspawn snorted and snarled, muscles rippling beneath thick hides. And at the heart of the army, a figure in crimson and silver a vampire lord, tall and cold, with eyes that glowed like coals.

Worse of all…Kaelric prayed he hadn’t taken Elira against her will. It would cross the fine line between his dignified nature and the brutality of kings like Gryphon and Lord Orc who took innocent maidens as prey without their consent. The curtains to the inner room were unshed and the chief priestess appeared with the gallipot. “My king,” she bowed and presented the drops of the child’s blood to him. He gave a nod and she proceeded with the ritual, heating the blood over a flame. Despite the scorching heat from boiling, the chief priestess raised the gallipot heavenward with her bare hands and muttered ancient spells.

The figure lunged. Instinct kicked in. Evelyn’s hands flared with crimson light, her bloodline power igniting. The figure screamed, dissipating into smoke. Her breath hitched. She had done it. But the Labyrinth was merciless. Another shadow appeared, and then another, each feeding on her fear, forcing her to harness her power with precision. She realized quickly that brute strength alone wouldn’t work; she had to understand the rhythm of her bloodline, the flow of energy that Lucien had hinted at, and the grounding presence of Elias.

The air between us grew thick with tension, as both Lucas and Emilio processed the gravity of my words. Emilio blinked, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What do you mean, Elyrian Blood? What is that exactly? Why does it matter?" I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. "It’s a bloodline that vampires have been searching for for centuries. This book," I gestured to the ancient journal that had brought me to this point, "it talks about it. Elyrian Blood is rare, almost mythical. And according to this vampire’s journal, it’s the key to their freedom over humanity. They believe if they can find people with this blood, they can live forever."

She looks at me, “Did your father have something to do with that too?” “No. I remember Linc told me that Vampires found it more difficult to control their lust when the victim was close to their death. He said it’s almost like the last drops of blood are the tastiest. That every mouthful before then is nothing in comparison. However, the body needs a small amount of their own blood before being filled with their Sire’s blood for it to work.” “And they need to die.” Rhys adds “That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.” Bella’s face is screwed up at the thought of it.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

This was neither the time nor the place, however, and I'm sure that Paul knew it wasn't over. In the meantime, he was adamant that it be more than an agreement but a blood promise, which is an oath that cannot be broken between vampires. It required each of us to share our blood, facilitated by a quick bite to our wrists and then sharing it with the others much like the ceremony that initiated us onto the Council. Alexis gave Kaniji a chilly look when she dared to look at him as if his blood was on the table for the offering, and she swiftly lowered her eyes. No one took blood from an Elder … Well, except for someone so blinded by her own lust that she acted without thought of consequences.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.