Blue-blooded Novels & Stories

My heels echoed against the cold marble—a surface my father adored but I loathed. Not for its beauty, but for the way it betrayed even a single drop of blood. A nightmare for the maids, though they deserved far better after all they’d seen. Soon, I would change that. Once I inherited my father’s empire, they would never have to scrub away another man's sins. Exhaling softly, I ran a manicured hand through my platinum locks, steadying myself. I was heading to my father’s office for a meeting that could alter the balance of power—one contract, one signature, one carefully calculated move. I could not afford a mistake.

“Emma?” She sighed and looked at me in pity just like the last time and I was sure I would hate the words that would leave her lips. “There’s this thing called Blue blood, it's like an antidote in humans. Sometimes, humans don't survive the mark given to them by their mate.” She closed her eyes, deeply regretting mentioning it. “With Jethro being an alpha…” “So, I'd not have survived the mark Jethro placed on me if I was fully human and lacked the blue blood antidote? Is that what you're saying?”

she asked. Everette shoulders seemed to straighten with pride as she answered "A pureblood is a werewolf born of parents who are both werewolves. Regardless of their ranks, their blood is pure and they possess all the physical and intellectual attributes of a werewolf, their blood untainted and more superior."

"Okay. Thank you for escorting us." Axel let me enter the room first. The room was beautiful and elegant, fit for a nobleman. Although it wasn't as luxurious as our room in the palace, they had given the best they could to decorate ours. Even the main bedroom in the Royal Blue Pack wasn't this grand. I smiled when Axel hugged me from behind. "Do you trust me now?" "Yes. They welcomed us kindly, and I could see they were all sincere," I replied. "That's the trademark Blood River friendliness I'm familiar with. Although the name of their pack seems cold, it's just a name. The color of their river is like blood because of the color of its the natural stone, not because they are cold-blooded," h

I mumbles. "Blue blooded wolves are the rarest of the werewolf race. They have different qualities and their tremendous abilities to do certain things normal wolves can't. Blue bloods are of the highest noble families and powerful division of the werewolves. Even I, have no idea of everything they can do." I huffed, "I don't think I have any ability that is powerful like you described. It's not possible I am a blue blood and I possess those things you mentioned." I refused to believe it.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

Pure blood, this must be what they were looking for in Lars. However, as far as Keelin knew, Lars' blood, royal blood, was different from pure blood. The royal bloodline represents the dominant power, depending on each generation, it will develop a unique, very strong, and very special ability. And the current Lars is the vampire possessing the greatest power in the royal family ever.

The little boy looked up at me with tears in his eyes but the one thing that caught my eye was the large scar across his neck that was a deep pink. “We’ve heard about you from across the sea, word spread that you had come back to claim Zanatra. An heir to its rightful throne. They say you have the blood as blue as the depths in the ocean.” I listened to her words as she knelt down to the boy. “My son was born a Blueblood and we cannot find sanctuary anywhere that doesnt want to cause him harm.” “Is that true?” I looked towards the little boy and he hesitantly nodded. “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay. After all, the island was made for Bluebloods. Who would I be to deny you?”

Whatever it can do, if Chloe's not going to be careful, the blue crystal will be her death. "You, pawn of a Pure Blood! I will cut your head off and offer it to my King!" the Illinora shrieked. Her voice was now doubled into a man and a woman. Her eyeballs shook as she shrieked and the skeletal part of her skull cracked loudly. There supposed to be no time to be shaken by how the witch called her but Chloe was confused. Pure Blood.. "There are many tribes in Demetrius. But one is the greatest of all. They are the Pure Blood, hailed from the lines of Vestia's ancient Royal Family. The Rein Tribe," she remembered her mother told her.

The same someone she did. “I feel that some people wouldn’t understand there are two sides to every story.” Blue made no effort to hide her awe at the man’s nerve. “And what do you mean by that?” “You haven’t yet unlearnt all that nastiness from your mother—she’s got the same insolent temper you do,” “Insolent?”