Hermione Is A Pureblood Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

"She is not a member of the Yggdrasill family. She is the same as you… she has the Nine-Tails bloodline..." Alex briefly said the real identity of Hermoine. The key was, behind Hermoine, stood Xienna, who might have given her something. Frostine and Hermoine really wanted to fight each other. It was hard to say who would win or lose. Just based on Xienna’s projection for a brief moment just now, the threat was still quite large. Of course, the most important thing now was not these things. Rather, Donovan's old mother would kill them. Alex confided the information that the Mystic Maiden had said to him to each person.

Ronan’s POV The smell landed on me the second I stepped into the academy hall and I stopped abruptly at the door. It wasn’t just any scent. It hit me low in my throat and it twisted around my lungs, and squeezed. It was wrong and right at the same time, it smelled sweet and sharp, warm like the sun on stone but weaved with something raw and metallic underneath. It was giving two things: Mate… and Hybrid. I froze. My Beta glanced over, eyebrows raised. “You good?”

Hekate. Streaks of blood stain his cheeks, and in his hair. Dark veins stretch from his eyes, tracing his face and disappearing beneath his shirt. He looks like a monster. He is a monster. "Astrid, he will kill you!" Darian yells, and the crowd around us begin to shuffle away when they notice where Hekate is headed. Darian reaches for me, attempting to pull me away, but he is abruptly torn from my side and flung across the room with a warning snarl.

"Mauve is the witch behind Melpomene's disabilities and the spell. Of course, your dear Elizabeth disclosed everything as I have said." Amethyst aired, chuckling evilly as if she enjoyed this moment when Liam was choking on his words — when he was denying to disclose his embarrassment. Although this was supposed to be a moment of conclusive success for Amethyst, her face remained cold with bitterness that filled the air around her with noxious heaviness. Her mind was publicly far away from the state in which her body was in. There was a slim chance she'd forget about the discovery she made last night. "The book…! Mother knew that my blood…that he needs my blood and that was the reason…he cre

Her eyes were a piercing ice blue that made her look ethereal. “Where I was created.” “Created?” I asked, confused. “Just watch.” She fumed. I was in a clearing in the forest and my mother was standing at the center, surrounding her were members of the coven, some of them were the ones Anders and I had seen in the forest talking. Omen was there as well. “Our Queen is pregnant with the werewolves child and a future hybrid. I high honor for our Coven.” Omen announced. My mother was glowing. Her long black hair shimmered in the moonlight, making her ice-blue eyes stand out as she faced her coven.

“Well, let me remind you of your place. You’re nothing, Althea. Nothing.” I was about to snap back, consequences be damned, when something caught my eye—a magazine lying on the table. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the glossy cover. It's him! There he was, staring back at me with those same piercing gray eyes, his strong jawline and perfectly styled hair with the headline: "The Return of the Alpha Prince: Blood Horn’s New Leader." My heart sank, and my knees threatened to give out beneath me. It's him.

“May I?“ Higan shifted his gaze his back to me, catching my glare. He didn't flinch, and I desperately wanted to show him that he should. “You really thought I'd buy the idea that he was just an Alpha?“ He leaned in to whisper his words in a venomous hush. “He didn’t hide it well, Harlyn. Not after that Christmas party. That show he put on? You think I really wouldn't notice?” My lips parted, but nothing came. A voice in my head overlapped with his rambling. “He'll take him away from us if we don't do something,” My Sorceress pressed in gingerly, like her own anger wasn't boiling my veins. The wind tore hot through the clearing. It stank of silver, blood, and open graves.

But I had to bring her back and give her a safe place, something which she deserved. "What are you talking about? A kitten? " She asked. "Yes, aunt. She was in the pack house in Alpha Tyrion's old Luna chambers. She had somehow followed me here too. She's young. Around 16-17." "But then why's she a kitten? " Aunt asked again. "That's the side effect of the hybrid blood on her. She had been living her life in the ruins.... " "Enough of that. You don't need to focus on these trivial matters. As the Queen, you need to choose people whom you trust and the ones who hold authority. The hybrids or the orphans should not be your concern. "

The uncle informed her, which made her eye grow raised up. "What do you mean?" The queen questioned, as if she could read my mind. "I will have her transferred to the most prestigious school ever, where they help young werewolves in their transformation," the uncle stated. "Do you mean...?" "Yes," his uncle interrupted the queen. "She will be transferred to the same school our dear prince attends," and his words shocked me. I don't want to transfer schools. "Uncle," he was about to protest but was silenced by his uncle. I've heard about a famous, prestigious school for high-ranked werewolves where the weak are bullied, and outrageous things happen. What was the name again?