Witch Bloodline Novels & Stories

he murmured, voice just low enough that only I could hear. I arched a brow. “Was that meant to be a compliment?” His blue eyes held mine, assessing. “Absolutely.” Father Matteo cleared his throat, forcing Leonardo’s attention forward. The priest knew better than to rush us—but he also knew what this was. “Do you, Xena Marquis, vow to protect this union, honor its strength, and uphold the legacy it demands?” I met Leonardo’s gaze again, unflinching. “I do.” A flicker of something passed through his eyes—not surprise, not hesitation. Approval.

“Aleta?” Damon nodded slowly. “She came into the Shadow Lands because of him. I thought she might heal what was broken, guide him and his mate to another child. But when she revealed that a cruse lay dormant in his bloodline until him—that he could not conceive—it unraveled everything. Varos learned Soren wasn’t truly his. And that knowledge drove him mad.” Evelyn’s throat closed. The words hung between them, heavy with tragedy. She could almost see it, the proud man cracking apart under betrayal, the wolf in him breaking loose.

“My only job today is to make sure you don’t give birth. The Falcone heir can’t be a bastard.” "He's not a bastard!" I used my last ounce of strength to protect my stomach. "I told you, he's Darren's child..." I felt a warm gush of liquid between my legs. It was blood. A lot of blood. "Stop... please, stop..." She paid no attention, continuing to kick and punch me. "The Falcone bloodline will not be tainted!" Despair washed over me. I knew my baby wasn't going to make it. I lost consciousness completely.

His anger very present in the gold in his eyes and snarl on his face. “Alpha Dario, your Luna has the bloodline also of a witch and the clan we despise the most. You should not expect that we will help you that easily”. The old witch said seriously this time, hitting her hand on the handle of the creaky chair she sat on. The impact caused a whistle in the wind. He knew very well what she was talking about. In his investigation into her past, he learnt that her aunt was a witch and that bloodline was not just present in her aunt but also her mom, which made Marissa a part of it.

There were always two lines from the original bloodline—I see it now in the visions that crash through my consciousness like waves against a cliff. One branch bowed to Nyx'Thal, accepted the compact, and became the dutiful vessels for generations. But Luna Blackwood, the sister whose name was scrubbed from every record, chose differently. She gathered followers who believed the compact was a trap, not salvation. When the massacre came—because it always comes for those who refuse to kneel—she used forbidden magic to hide her essence, weaving it into her own bloodline before it merged with the main family through marriage generations later.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

His thumb digs into my cheek, and he smells like money, antiseptic, and control. A knife slams into the marble between us. Silas Blackmane steps out of the shadow with blood on his hands that isn’t his. Witch-wolf. Alpha of Hollow Spires. His mother was the High Witch who cursed my bloodline a hundred years ago, and his territory is all bone towers and old magic. When he speaks, his voice has an echo. “She’s mine. My mother’s blood runs in her veins.” The echo is her. The High Witch doesn’t die. She just moves into her sons.

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

Best regards, mom and dad. Alexis, who finished reading the contents of the third diary, suddenly gasped and fell silent. Alexis was very surprised by what her parents wrote in the third diary there. Alexis has to choose between two life choices. First, live as a pure blooded vampire hunter who can die at any time. Or secondly, live as a vampire who is also a pure blood vampire hunter who will live eternally with Adrian. Both options seem very difficult for Alexis to choose at this time right now. Alexis finds it impossible to be a vampire and a vampire hunter at the same time actually.