Fanfiction Rice Purity Test Novels & Stories

I stretch my hand out, offering her the phone. She shakes her head. “No, I can’t.” Closing her eyes, she insists, “You read it, tell me what it says, Gray.” “All right,” I say anxiously as I tap in my password. I click on the e-mail with the detailed response of the test. I go cold, and my hands start to shake. “Match to Archibald Winchester 100%.” I look at Abigail, her caramel complexion washing out as her brow crinkles. “Match to Celine Winchester 100%.”

I still remember how loving we were the first year we were together, but everything changed when her childhood crush returned from overseas. She kept her distance from me for no reason and would constantly test my love for her. Rina even said that I had to pass 99 tests of true love before I could marry her. The last time I had to go through one of her tests, she told me to attend a welcome party for Eugene in the middle of the night, but when I got to the door, a full bucket of flour was poured all over me. Eugene was holding the bucket of flour while saying in a pitiful manner, "I poured the flour on you, Micah. You aren't mad at me, are you? I just wanted to make this a fun party for ever

I begin to skim through the book, never minding the dirty less-than ideal reading environment. A chapter catches my eye, one that speaks about how alpha blood binds scent and spirit, how proximity strengthens emotional pull. It has an illustration of a weird diagram in it that I can’t quite understand, but I’m pretty sure that it has something to do with… rituals? My eyes narrow down at the word. One passage details a cleansing ritual said to weaken bonds formed without consent. I read faster, eyes hungrily searching for specifics, anything actionable, when I hear the sound of footsteps behind me.

"Edward. He called me to the study. He gave me the silver. He said to create a 'distraction.' A test. If Richard was a true Alpha, he’d grieve and grow stronger. If he was weak, he’d follow you into the water." Richard’s jaw tightened. I heard the distinct click of his claws extending. He didn't look at Bianca anymore. He looked at the heavy oak door of the dungeon. "He wanted to test my purity?" Richard’s voice was so quiet it was terrifying. "He threw the man I loved off a cliff to see if I’d flinch?"

she asked. My eyes moved quickly over Mira’s writing until I found the section marked with the Lunaris symbol. My chest tightened as I read. “It’s a ritual,” I said quietly. Faye waited. “It says the echo of Lunaris can purify corrupted blood,” I continued. “But it needs a catalyst.” “What kind?” she asked. I looked at her. Then at the baby. “A drop of the mother’s blood,” I said slowly, “mixed with the child’s echo.”

The Fairy Doctor swayed on her feet, a look of disbelief on her face. However, she quickly remembered that they were competing based on the purity of the pill. For a Blood Energy Pill that had been refined in ten minutes, even if it barely turned into a pill, the purity of it would definitely be a mess. It was no different than a failure. The lower the purity of the pill, the more erysipelas would be contained in it. If the purity were below 60%, the pill would be unqualified, and no one would dare to use it.

"'A bond forged before sacrifice may, in time, restore what sacrifice has taken, provided the bond itself survives testing worthy of the strength it seeks to reclaim.'" "Testing," Kael repeated, wary. "What kind of testing?" "It doesn't specify," Rian admitted. "That's the problem. The passage cuts off here, the rest of the page damaged, water stained badly enough that whatever came next is illegible." He looked up, frustration and apology tangled together in his expression. "I don't know what the testing actually involves. I don't know how long it takes. I don't even know for certain that it's guaranteed to work at all, only that the text implies it's possible."

"We must be certain this is truly from the Goddess. That it hasn't been influenced." "Influenced how?" Riven's voice had an edge now. "There are ways to manufacture desire. Potions, spells, manipulation." Fear spiked through me but I kept my face neutral. "I haven't done anything like that." "Of course not." Athena's tone was soothing. "I'm merely being thorough. The cleansing ritual will reveal the truth." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Cleansing ritual?" "Standard practice for unusual bonds. We invoke the Goddess's presence, ask for her blessing and clarity."

Then she said, “If you don’t piss on that stick by midnight, I’m telling Briony.” Carolina rolled her eyes but took the test. She locked herself in the ruined upstairs lavatory, breathing the mildew and dust, and waited for the result. She thought about every time in the last year she’d let herself hope for more than survival. She thought about Xander—his smile, his laugh, the way he’d once called her Luna and made it sound both regal and ridiculous. They hadn’t slept together since the first wave of fighting, but the math checked out. The result glowed positive—two lines. She looked away, then back again. The lines persisted, irreversible as sunrise.

Riley froze. The tears stopped on her cheeks. She stared at him, her brain stalling completely. "A... a what?" she asked, her voice dropping to a bewildered whisper. "A maternity test," Ashton repeated gently. "I want to test your DNA against Iris's." Riley pulled back, looking at him as if he had spoken in a foreign language. A strange, hurt confusion flashed through her. "Are you... are you insinuating Iris isn't mine?" she asked, her voice tight.