Vampiric Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Her mother made it clear that, for her to understand his death; she first needed to know whom she really was. She crossed her hands on the table looking at her mother, “as you can see, my ears are all yours mother. I am waiting to hear of who I am besides Claire Peterson.” “You were born of the ‘vampire hunters’ blood line. This means that, besides being a detective, you are a vampire hunter by blood. You are meant to capture and kill vampires…” Claire interrupted. “What exactly are you talking about mother? Do these creatures really exist? I just thought they were a myth,” she asked in wonder.

and then I can give you my blood to heal”, Elvin was saying all this about vapire blood healing me somehow so that I become healthy again but I was not able to wrap my head around anything, since I know I trust him, I didn’t even hesitated for a second and immediately said, “I allow you to heal me” Those words were enough for Elvin and without wasting any more time he quickly buried his sharp teeth into the deep skin of his wrist and within seconds there was a huge pile of blood flowing from one of his vein which he very casually placed over a wine glass and in front of my eyes his blood got mixed into the red wine making it impossible for anyone to figure out that there was a vampire blood

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi

Khloe's POV: I looked out at the extensive line that held everyone in this city that was both old enough and healthy enough to give their blood. Whether they were willing or not wasn't really their choice. If it was then I doubt anyone would be here. This collection wasn't like the typical blood donation where a doctor gets the blood from your elbow. No, the vampires running the operation got the blood from the person's neck with a larger than usual needle so the process wouldn't take that long. Something about the oxygenated blood that traveled to the brain peeked the vampires liking enough for them to only want to take from that spot.

I asked. "Does it matter?" "Yes, I can't just drink someone's blood without knowing its source" I cried out. I felt nauseous from just talking about it but I knew it was long digested into my system, there was no way it'd come out. "Just know it's not from a dead Man" he simply replied. "Why?" "A dead man's blood is poisonous to a vampire, that's why you should stay away from the morgue or cemetery in a bid to feed" he explained and I felt disgusted.

"Essentially," the vampire began to explain, running his claws through his silky black hair and shifting in his seat a bit to get more comfortable. No doubt, we'd be here for a long time. "My bloodline is mixed with mages of old. Something passed down from generation to generation is extremely potent magic, much more powerful than vampires typically have access to."

I told him, very succinctly, the situation. “Why do the vampires want the baby's blood?” asked Axel uncomprehendingly. “Because of our bloodlines,” I said confidently. “But you're a half-breed, and although my family is from a powerful werewolf bloodline, there's nothing out of the ordinary,” Axel said with an even more furrowed brow. “No,” I said earnestly. “I'm not a common half-breed, actually; my maternal family comes from an old lineage of a fallen angel.”

His ocean blue eyes are now dark and the pain is clear in them. I raise my hands and touch his cheeks. I caress his face and look him in the eyes. "Damien," I call him out. "Imagine this: a perfect life as a child with a big family to love and cherish. I was a young Vampire by then. All that mattered to me was my parents and my family. As a bloodline Vampire, my parents were also bloodline Vampires. Blood line vampires are original vampires not the turned ones. Bloodline Vampires are the only vampires who can have magical abilities," he says and then shuts his eyes. He rubs his forehead and then continues his narration.

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

Also, Sir Danilo wants Dan to marry a pureblood and have high-ranking pureblood grandchildren in his bloodline. I know that a pureblood can revive someone dead, so does that mean Mama is a pureblood too? Wait, what's the difference between the other vampires anyway? If I become a vampire, will Sir Danilo accept me as his son's wife and let us live in peace here? Being a vampire doesn't sound bad at all, right? "Dan," I called my husband, and he looked at me. "Can you make me a vampire too?" I said to him, and his forehead creased.