Witch Bloodline Novels & Stories

**Race-Specific Branches** - vampire lineages - dragon kin lines - shifter lines - witch and wizard lines - elemental hybrids - void-touched variants And then a third. **Cast-Specific Branches** - court systems - pack systems - blood oath systems - school system branches - military-augmented lineages Remy squinted at the chart. “That’s a terrifying amount of bureaucracy.” Kayo didn’t look away from the screen. “It’s also necessary.” “The fact that you said that without irony is why I’m worried.” Celeste let that pass.

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

Damon says. “Yeah, it's weird calling body parts ingredients,” I tell him. “Yeah, well witches aren't known for their subtleties.” He says. “That is true. But from what I can see here, apart from heads and the hearts, they can easily well not easily, but they can get every other tthingthat they need apart from those and the blood of the two bloodlines where the first Lycan came from.” I tell him. “Do you recognise those names?” I asked him.

“The mate-bond does not hold as it should. The moon will not claim a wolf who is… tainted. The line is corrupt. They try with other wolves, but they are sterile with his touch, or the pups die. It’s not chance, Silas. It’s bloodline. Witchcraft makes it so.” I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth hurt. “And Draco? What does he have to do with this?” Roderick grinned, a slow predator’s smile. “Draco does what Draco does. He sees patterns and profits. Bianca’s line is valuable. Control the line, control the influence. If Damien cannot bond, one could, one with royal blood and witchcraft... could breed into the royal line strategically, and shape heirs in secret. Draco wanted a bloodline he could m

What unseen hand had placed Jace into this lineage? Then there was the Chevre. Damon Chevre, the only son, the dark spark igniting old wars. The man who killed Alice Grey—a blow aimed to sever the fragile alliance between the Chevre and the Bishop families. The blood feud that followed marked a new chapter. Damon’s death at the hands of Jace Grey was more than vengeance—it was a statement. Jace, the outsider turned keystone, had become a pivotal force—both protector and avenger. Not just a Grey by name, but a shadow lurking between them all, holding pieces of a future no one could yet see.

The two pupils in Wang Ji's eyes changed color from black to reddish-orange with the shape of a blazing flame. “Brother Zhou, Bloodline is a term for someone who still has the bloodline of a clan. As we know, a group is called a Clan because they share the same bloodline. A Blood Line will allow someone to have certain abilities without going through a training process. Yes, because this ability just flows in their bloodstream.”

"Does that mean the Moon Goddess made a mistake this time?" Another question popped up. "What do you mean, Victoria? The Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t make mistakes." "I’m just stating the obvious. Isn’t your dad an Alpha? Mine is, and so are all of you here.. But she, she is half werewolf, half witch." Victoria shot back. "What are you saying, Victoria? She has more Alpha blood than you do. She’s got the Wolf King bloodline." "She’s even the White Wolf. How can you say that, Victoria?"

Michael asked me. I was pacing up and down in front of the hospital's emergency department. I gestured for him to go ahead. "Alpha Damien, Ms Brown may appear as human, but I don't think she is all human. If want want to trace our lineage, we will trace our existence back to Alexander Corvinus. History has it that he had three sons: Marcus, a vampire, William, a werewolf who could not shift back to a human form, and there was a third son. He was unique. He was able to carry the power of both vampire and werewolf," I heard Michael say.

Perhaps, just possibly, I could do something to change the situation. Then all of a sudden, I realized. The chains! The rogue had mentioned that Sophia's strength was connected to the old witches' bloodline. Might the chains have something to do with that? Could they be a part of some twisted magic that is meant to break me from the inside out, drain my energy, and keep me weak? The link between the chains and my inner life force was more apparent to me now than it had ever been. The chains seemed to be living things that were consuming my very being.