Witch Bloodline Novels & Stories

On the night her pack's alpha publicly rejects her for another woman, Seraphina Vale expects humiliation. She doesn't expect a death sentence. Stripped of her mate bond and left without protection, Sera watches Kael Draven name Isolde Kane his true Luna in front of the entire pack, and within hours, Isolde has convinced Blackthorn's elders that a rejected mate with no rank and no defender is nothing but a liability. Bound and dragged into the forest to be killed on her own alpha's order, Sera expects that to be the end of her story. Instead, a stranger cuts down her executioners without hesitation and claims her before she can say a single word in protest. Lucian Voss, alpha of a rival famil

The lamp's glow cast long shadows across the pack library's wooden shelves, making the ancient texts loom like silent witnesses. "What do you mean?" I fought to keep my voice steady. "Five bloodlines must come together under the power of the crimson moon." The pattern that outlined the runes glowed beneath the touch of Emilia's tracing finger. "The Blackwoods- which is your family. Should one of these five fail, the ritual has to. This can't-" I turned, and fell, nearly stepping back onto Callum, my face beet red. "A werewolf," Callum completed in a growl. "Your bloodline is no coincidence, Olivia. The MacKinnons-my family-we are one of the remaining five. It was always so fated that things

River nods understanding a little more. “If my mother got close enough to any of the witches there, they would have lost their magic? So, we can investigate the coven’s and ask around if anyone has lost their magic” River suggests. “Your mother had magic?” Greg asks “No, because of our bloodline, if we touch the person trying to use magic it. It will rebound back on them, stripping them of their magic” River explains “bloodline?” Greg questions. River looks at McKenzie as she doesn’t know if she should tell him more. “River is a direct descendent of the very first shifters” he answers not mentioning the royal part as he knows that could bring more trouble to their door.

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

It’ll be dark soon enough. “The witch's bloodline is much more complex, you see. The werewolf bloodline is all about the moon and family ties. I just need to rouse the sleeping wolf within. Witch bloodline has nothing that ties it to anything other than your blood… and I need to make sure the wolf does not stir while the process is ongoing,” Bucky lets me know as he finishes up the star. “Oh, okay,” I say, nodding slowly. I watch Bucky in silence now, not fully understanding, but also not wanting to disturb him during the process.

Alley POV: I knew everyone was a little tense as they took seats around the office. This is our first time laying eyes on him, we've all heard the rumors but from what I can tell he looks rather normal. I mean his eyes aren't even red like the others. "So can someone explain to me why I am here or why I was even requested?" Jeremy stated, there was an edge to his voice and Cassandra had a death grip around his arm. "Jeremy don't be hostile, what do you know of the great white witch?" Ambrosia asked. "I know she died and that her brother killed her but nothing more, why?" Jeremy asked. Ambrosia looked at me and nodded. "I am the great white witch, and Raleighs brother Bosch has created an arm

He pulls a dusty-looking book from the drawer with some other things and places the items onto the table. “Your mum and dad would have been the main witches after your dad's father died. It’s all written in here. Once they were gone it then came to you. You’re the person in charge, this is their will. Everything, this house and everything in it, it all belongs to you.” Willow steps back, shaking her head in disbelief as her eyes grow wide. “Look, the Depraysie bloodline, it came from Serliciaus, which means you’re a descendant of Serliciaus. Everything that is built within the witch communities was passed down between generations of Depraysies.”

"I will introduce you to the representatives who are already here. The Crescent Moon Bloodline is not the only line that has been watching you, Mary Hart. Several of us have been in contact for years, waiting for the right moment to emerge. I think that moment has arrived." She led me to a private meeting room where four people waited, and I felt my breath catch when I saw them. Each person bore the distinctive markers of royal bloodlines that were supposed to be extinct. A woman with eyes that flickered like flames, clearly from the Phoenix Bloodline. A man with skin that seemed to shift between solid and liquid, marking him as Ocean Born. Two siblings with matching violet hair that moved l

“Mother told us that the Hunt bloodline wasn't just a lineage of witches and wolves. It was a bridge. She said that one day, two girls would be born sisters, tribrids of the highest order, blessed by the spirit shifters themselves. Not just common shifters, but those of royal, primordial blood.” Dominic’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, the King of Dragons within him vibrating in recognition of the words. “She told me once, too,” he murmured. “A long time ago, when Alaric and I were just boys. She said our fates were written in blood long before we were born.”

At least, not in terms of lineage. Perhaps it was because her blood had become so muddied with not just one, but two generations of werewolves before her. Or perhaps it was just on the great magical mysteries that wouldn’t never be explained. But there, in a bright green hand, was the name Adelaide Rosalie Walker-Black, depicting the start of a brand-new blood line. A fresh page to welcome the start of a new family tree. Running my long slender finger of the green lettering, my soul revelling in the power surge.