Witch Bloodline Novels & Stories

And I knew this was a time for me to pour some extra blood so I took the knife again in my hand and sliced open one of the veins running around my wrist because it would provide more blood more quickly as I had no time to waste. The moment I slit the vein running along my wrist that was the moment a pool of blood running across my vein suddenly started dripping on the floor like a free tap, it was hurting me a lot which was weird because I thought vampires weren’t supposed to feel any pain because we are dead and all that but here I was feeling this excruciating pain and a feeling of dizziness convincing myself to fall freely on the floor and pass out but I had to keep going on and I knew th

I ask trying to continue our conversation, I am leaning on her as we walk "There are some vampires who do not belong to any clan, they are rogues who wanders about and some times they will fall a prey to the witch or other creatures becoming a tool for them Those vampires are the ones that kills and drinks human blood, they are brutal, dangerous and wicked Though for us, we sometimes drink human blood because vampires gets one kind special strength from humans blood than animal blood Especially our master, he drinks human blood and that is one of the reasons he is so strong, though that's not the only reason because he is the descendant of the great powerful vampire in the history, that is w

The court mourned the loss of their queen, yet a darker whisper spread like wildfire: “The Red Lycan bloodline must end.” Darwin saw his opportunity. He had lost his sister, but his ambition outweighed his grief. He called upon the council, using his influence to convince them that the Red Lycan bloodline was too dangerous, too volatile, to continue ruling. “We cannot risk another outburst,” he argued, voice cold and steady. “For the safety of our kingdom, it’s time for a new king—a stable leader, untainted by the Red blood.”

she whispered. Marwen was intrigued now. “Let’s start with something easier then. What did you think you were last week?” “A vampire.” “And before you were a vampire?” “I thought I was human.” It was not uncommon for a witch to be unaware of their heritage. The bloodlines have become so diluted that many with witch blood in them cannot even make a connection, though they may be capable of other magic. But Marwen did not believe that to be the case for this hybrid; they could feel the magic radiating off her in waves.

I needed the key to defeat the witch. “The witch’s power comes from her bloodline,” the wolf explained. “She is descended from a line of witches who have bound themselves to the dark arts, drawing their strength from the sacrifices of others. But this bond is also her weakness. She is vulnerable when the bloodline is broken, when her link to the dark power is severed.” "How do I break the bloodline? How do I sever her link to the dark power?”

His eyes flicker between us all, stubborn as he searches for a glimmer of indiscretion that may unravel what I can only presume he believes is some kind of joke, a trick to catch him off guard. “I can see you’re still dubious of me, so how about I decide? Hm. Where to begin?” the poised witch raises a finger to her lips, tapping them rhythmically as she ponders for a split second, “-I’m a member of an undisclosed witches coven. One that has sworn to protect your bloodline until the end of time. Believe it or not, you are a descendant of the lost Blue Moon Pack, one of two remaining survivors left roaming this mortal plane. One of two capable of continuing on the destined lineage,” she bluntl

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

My soul drifted back to my room. When I saw the notebook on the desk, memories surged forward. When I was ten years old,the Black Hawk Coven held its once-every-decade Bloodline Awakening. That day determined every vampire’s future standing within the Coven,as well as the upper limit their bloodline could ever reach. Leo went first. His bloodline manifested as the shadow of jet-black blood wings,a sign of power and administrative potential. Father looked at him without hiding his pride. When it was Olivia’s turn,

“I felt it. My entire pack did. The new shifters shifted quickly. Faster than before. But there is more. Her bloodline is unlike any we have encountered. She is of three lines. One: she is wolf. Two: she carries Lycan heritage. And three: she is witch.” The chamber fell silent. Advisors whispered in muted tones, but my eyes never left the king’s. “I trust you understand the significance,” I continued. “This is not a matter of pride or power. It is a matter of survival. There are factions—ancient factions—that would see her being destroyed for what she carries within her. Your pack royal or not cannot protect her alone. You need the help of the Munin and Hunin to acknowledge her lineage and e

I did the same, the sting barely hurting. Then Eli. His hand was so small. I made the cut as shallow as possible, just enough to draw blood. He whimpered but didn’t pull away. Our blood mingled in the circle’s center, three different bloodlines mixing into something that shouldn’t exist. The witch began chanting in a language that hurt to hear. Power built rapidly, pressure increasing until my ears popped. The blood in the circle started to glow, then to boil, then to rise into the air like it had gained consciousness.