Witch Bloodline Novels & Stories

They were probably trying to stop my bloodline from continuing. I had no siblings, I had no parents. Orphaned from a young age, when my father and mother took me camping to see the stars that us witches descend from. A vampire passing by wanted a meal, probably thinking that they were easy targets separated from the village. My father, who had some magic power descending from a desperate bloodline then my mother, tried to protect the both of us by casting a protection spell. He only had enough magic to shield me, and my mother also died trying to protect me. The vampire didn’t even try to attack me, just walked away with a smirk on his ugly face. I had nothing against werewolves. There kind

“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.”

"You truly are stubborn just like Dimitri. But running off from your mates was probably the dumbest things you have ever done. But sacrificing yourself showed me exactly why I paired you to those four. They need someone so caring yet so stubborn. Someone who's giving but doesn't take anyone's.... attitudes.... Someone who can light up the darkest souls. You, Brielle, have that aura to you. I didn't want only one of the quadruples to be king. I needed and I wanted all four to be king. I needed the perfect mate, just one, for all four to rule beside them. You see, they come from a powerful vampire bloodline, they also come from a powerful werewolf bloodline, and a very powerful

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“What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you don’t know your bloodline,” she said, drawing the words out. “You were told what you are. But what if somewhere in your blood there’s more than werewolf blood? What if there’s magic in there? What if there’s witch bloodline in you that is mixed with wolf blood?” I shook my head. “No. No, it’s not possible.” “Why not?” “Because if I had witch bloodline, it would have shown up before you showed up” I said, dismissing her words. “Why did this healing ability activate when you activated? It’s yours.”

They were testing the fences, looking for weakness in the new wolf. "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. It didn't come from Min. Elder Park, Underboss One, set his tea cup down. The sound was deafening. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy with decades of violence. "The bloodline is the law," Park rumbled. "The Chairman chose his heir. The Heir has cleaned the house. If anyone wishes to join Kang in his 'resignation,' speak now." The room went deadly still. Park’s endorsement was the seal of legitimacy.

"Look at me," I said. He did. That was the thing about Kael — ask him directly, force the door, and he wouldn't lie. He'd just never volunteer to open it himself. "The prophecy speaks of three," he said. "White, Black, and the Silver child. Luca is the child. I am the Black — the Royal line, with a thread of something older. And the White…" He stopped. He looked at my wrist, where the scar hid under my sleeve. "The White Lycan line was destroyed twenty years ago. Hunted to the last, because of what the prophecy says they can do. I believed there were none left. I believed Luca's third bloodline was a ghost — an echo of an extinct line surfacing by accident in a royal child." His jaw worked.

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

But then father could see it, Mike and James knew about it too. “Ever learned to knock Sabine?” Maya rolled her eyes, “What do you want?” “Alpha wants you outside. Gray punched a dude pretty bad, he’s still a newbie so can’t heal fast enough,” “I’m coming,” Maya replied eagerly. “Better hurry!” she said and left without another word. Everyone in the Hall was unaware that I was carrying a white mark on my chest. The same mark The Royal Family had on them, the entire bloodline that was wiped out by their one true enemy, the Vampires.

I ask, because even though I wouldn’t want that, she hasn’t even shifted, I don’t want to assume and offend my mate’s father. “I appreciate that offer, but no. She isn’t even a wolf yet. She won’t be able to take any title till she is 25 or meets her mate. I believe you will need to choose a Beta line if you choose to take over as Alpha, and you would need a Gamma as well considering his line died in the war.” “Alright, noted. Let’s get going.”