Hermione Is A Pureblood Fanfiction Novels & Stories

We’re already looking into it. Fenris: I caught it too, out on the quad this morning. Can you give us more info? What does she look like? Leila: Her name is June. She says she’s 19, though honestly, she looks 13. She has raven-black, mid-length straight hair, glasses, and bright green eyes with little flecks of silver in them. Silas: That definitely sounds like the girl in my class. Valerius: And it sounds like the girl Bella just complained to me about. She said some "Omega nerd" bumped into her on the sidewalk and that we need to do a better job teaching Omegas their place.

He wasn't finished. "Furthermore," He added smugly. "This… arrangement, has been an embarrassment since its inception. A war bride. A witch sitting on the wolf queen's chair." He shook his head, disgusted. "There are women of suitable bloodline. Purebloods.” He paused for effect. “My niece, Lady Seraphine, comes to mind." The hall erupted. Some nodding. Some shouting. Two of the younger elders, arguing to offer their daughters instead. I took a step forward. The movement cracking through the noise as every voice died.

' But then something clicked. My heart began to race. 'Wait . . . the head healer is a mage. Kema’s a werewolf. So—does that mean he’s a hybrid like me?' I looked up at her, eyes wide. “Get up, child,” she said gently. “It’s fine. And yes, I know what you’re thinking.” I stayed silent, but she didn’t wait for me to speak. “You’re wondering if Kema is a hybrid, aren’t you?” “Well,” I mumbled. “Yeah . . . is he?” The question left my mouth faster than I could stop it.

Then, the murmurs start again, quieter this time, filled with shock, uncertainty, and speculation. I let my words settle before I continue. "She is a hybrid, the first of her kind. Born from both a werewolf and Lycan bloodline." The murmurs rise in volume, and this time, Ronan is the one who steps forward to silence them. His presence alone is enough to restore order. When the silence returns, I speak again, my voice strong and unwavering. "I know this is new, strange, even. But I ask you to keep an open mind. She could be the key to finally ending the war between our two species."

Damien chipped in with urgency in his voice. I exhaled sharply and was lost in my thoughts over his point of view. However, I didn't see it that way. I felt Jeremy was overprotective, and that had limited me from attaining some ranks as a pureblood. It was a shame for a pureblood to be defeated by a witch. It was a thing that shouldn't happen. Before now, I had read in the pack library the power, and command a pureblood have. As a pureblood, there shouldn't be anything that could defeat me except the Moon goddess. This wasn't my skill, but it was the ability the Moon goddess gave to me from above.

because of the name Joan had mentioned... Coraline... it was a name she hadn't heard in a really, really long time... "Do you know who she is" Liam asked because he had noticed the change in Diana's and seraphina's demeanour... "Most witches know who she is... the pureblooded witch" Seraphina answered... being a pureblood among witches was like a privilege which most people didn't have and that was what made the purebloods stand out, especially coraline because she had an exception witch... she was from a powerful family of pureblooded witches and what made her even more exceptionally was the fact that she was stronger than most witches... at a young age she was able to cast a spell that to

First of all, I'm not impressed by his want to use Hermione in this, and second, why her? "I don't understand? Hermione has a lot of power. There's nothing virtuous about it," I remind him. Her power is still unknown to a lot of us. She has premonitions, and has been sent up here for protection. Unfortunately, she doesn't really get much of that. Damon rubs the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable for the first time I've ever seen. "I mean purity, like of the physical kind."

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

Hermione The time has finally come when I'm going to see where my mother has grown up, the excitement that I'm feeling is so unreal and I can't wait to learn more about her and see the other witches, so far Jamilla and Gloria are the only that I have know and I don't consider Gloria one, when she has to have a sacrifice in other for her to have power.

Alex was spread-eagled bare chested across the spinning Earth, which in itself made me dizzy. His skin was purpled with bruises, as he hung like a beaten god over the world. Jeremy whined, clasping his arms around King. Jason’s glossy black hair fell across her brother’s white like she was hugging him, but then I noticed the twisted Hermione’s wand that sparked in her hand, if Hermione had been a Dominatrix (and there was my cousin’s kinky fantasy fulfilled), motherents before she thrust it against Alex’s gut.