You Can't Cross The Bloodline Lyrics Novels & Stories

I keep my hands there. "Call the power. Invite it in. It knows your blood." I close my eyes. Reaching through whatever Greymoon means in my bones, through the bloodline that made Haven and made me and goes back further than either of us can trace. *Come to me. I can hold you. Come.* The power hesitates. For one second nothing moves. Then it rushes.

"Steal her bloodline?" An even greater uproar erupted from the crowd. "What is she talking about?" "How can a bloodline be stolen?" "What does this mean?" Lyla's face turned a deathly white. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammered. "Stealing a bloodline? I don't know what you mean!" I ignored her pathetic denial and turned to the stunned Damon. He staggered back, all the color gone from his face. "No… impossible… you were just an outcast…"

In my head. Words slide into place like puzzle pieces snapping together. “It’s… not written,” I say slowly. “It’s… asking.” “Asking what?” Lirien presses. I swallow. “Riddle me this, Riddle me that, who we are willing to lose.” The room chills. Ezra’s voice is low. “Keep going.” My vision blurs as the meaning sharpens, pain blooming behind my eyes. “It says… Blood binds blood. The union that should not be will be unmade. Choose the father or the mother. Choose the past or the future.”

You want me to lie here You say 'Its okay' When I wanna rip all the doors off this place Set it on fire and just walk away So I can feel anything else but this weight Cause I let you in, when I needed space And you crossed the line when I pushed you away How could you? How could you

“Blood, blood, blood, can I have it all?” She continues to sing the tone and rhyme of her melody. Just then a whispering word from someone that Aaron couldn’t see, yet little Alliah can is feeding her the darkness that Aaron wanted to be stop. Yet, he couldn’t do a single thing. “Swim, swim, swim can I drench myself into your blood?”

After lunch we went back home and now everyone was sitting in the living room waiting for me to sing and I cleared my throat before starting. "This song is dedicated to all of you" I said closing my eyes and started singing. [Family-chainsmoker] Family I know water that's thicker than blood That's deeper than love with my friends People come and some people go And some people ride to the end When I am blind, in my mind I swear they be my rescue, my lifeline I don't know what I'd do if I, if I'd survive My brothers and my sisters in my life, yeah I know some people, they would die for me

Then, with a small laugh, added, “The whole thing.” A wave of reactions followed—some shocked, some amused, some just watching. There was no way out of this. It was either drink or drink. If I didn't drink the dare, I'd still have to drink the penalty. I suddenly realized that their goal was to make me drink, just as Nora had made Fiona drink. “Alright,” I took the bottle from her. If Fiona could finish a bottle, why can't I? I drank the alcohol. I couldn't even tell if it was sweet or bitter, but the burning sensation on my throat was real. The game continued. I spun the bottle and it landed on a guy. He chose truth, and as usual, I played safe.

Eryna hands me a small pouch of crushed berries and root. “Pain tonic,” she explains. “You’ll sleep better.” I sip it, grimacing. “Bitter.” “Truth often is.” I stare into the flames. “You said something yesterday. About crossing between bloodlines. What did you mean?” Eryna studied me. “I meant your blood speaks of unity. You may be born from two packs, but your path isn't just to belong. It’s to bridge. That’s rare…And dangerous.“ I nod slowly.

“Now… That wasn’t so bad, was it? So why all the fuss?” “Remember to give Alaric the patents your parents hold as compensation, or I won’t be at the wedding!” Then she made to leave with Alaric for the hospital. “We’re not getting married!” I rasped, my voice hoarse. … Alaric stubbornly pushed Seraphina aside, wearing the mask of restrained grievance. “I’m okay now, Miss Vale. You should comfort Mr. Blackwood. “No matter what, I can’t be the obstacle to your happy marriage.”

Literally, the only people who can resist it is my immediate family, even other vampires feel forced to tell me what I want to know. But not her. She’s only a half-blood. How can she resist me like that? Our family comes from one of the original, pure vampire lines and we have managed to keep those lines pure. Because of this, we’re stronger than almost every other vampire. There’s no reason that she shouldn’t have succumbed to my compelling. Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.”