Novel & Cerita Hermione Is A Pureblood Fanfiction

“No, I saw evidence and—” Where is that evidence?” I asked immediately. "Come on, she was a Half-Blood Omega; her scent must have been so strong that it would have been impossible for her to be part of a purist sect. She wouldn't have been a member of that group; she would have been a victim. Any idiot would have noticed that." And any idiot would notice that." Beta David looked at me seriously.

He huffs, looking away from me with an agitated look. The news about the werewolf King finding his mate spread so wide and far that it's no secret we heard about it that same day. On a normal note, I would not care. I don't usually care. However, when I heard a rumor that she's a Blueblood, an offspring of a witch and werewolf, I had to check. And I'm glad I did, because she has the eyes of Uncle Dean. She is my cousin. We don't need biological tests to prove it, if only the father will give it a chance…we can finally get back some part of our family. She is family. Father doesn't believe that except— My eyes pop up and fly to my father's —same eyes as Brooklyn— he doesn't believe it except

She guessed she would never know why, especially because she couldn't read his mind. "Hazel, concentrate" he whispered. She closed her eyes and he stared at her, questions brewing in his mind. What was she if she wasn't a red blood? She didn't have blue eyes like the Sapphirans. Neither did she have black or red eyes like the black bloods. Did she even know the truth about her identity? He guessed not. He reached into her mind mentally until he could see what she saw. He opened a portal and at once, he could see Hazel's brother, Shade.

"—she doesn't know anything. The girl is clueless about her father's debts." That was my mother's boyfriend. Kemal. A weasel of a man with greedy eyes and softer hands than any shifter should have. He wasn't one of us. He was just a human my mother had brought home six months ago, a man who looked at me like I was a meal ticket. "She's just a half-blood," my mother replied. Her voice was cold. So cold. "Worthless to most packs. But you said they'd pay?" "They'll pay. The Council doesn't care about blood purity. They care about secrets. And your daughter's blood carries a secret her father took to his grave."

I asked. "Commander—" the one to the left started to say but I interrupted him before he could go any further. "Dane! Just fucking call me Dane!" I retorted in a low growl. "I'm afraid I can not do that…especially if you are to lead this mission…" he replied with his strange coloured eyes assessing me with a keen gaze. "What mission? And why would I want to be involved in this?" "You are involved because you are the first of our kind, mated to a witch with Hekate's blood," he replied meaningfully.

he said softly and I growled. "I'm wed already to a Queen's agent, I don't care about this Rayhem or my father at this point," I mumbled sourly before Jordan raised his brow in disbelief. "The Queen would never allow her agents to wed dear, I'm afraid that you're mistaken," he replied and escorted me to my father's hall. I furrowed my brow and chewed on my lip at what I was told. It appeared that Rogue and I had a serious problem we had to overcome with the Queen. I was escorted as Rogue was carried bound by chains, it was ridiculous. I could see my father's long white blonde hair and smirked thinking about Lucius Malfoy, the two did look a lot alike. He turned and his steel gray eyes landed

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

she protested. Aurelia’s face lit up as a wide grin spread across her face, “Wedding planning,” she proudly announced. ​ ​ Achilles stood in Helga’s office as she sifted through stacks and stacks of books on Alchemy and familiars. “How could it be a vision?” he asked her. “I’m not sure, your highness, it may not be visions but, something about that mark seems…familiar. Not something I’ve seen before on any Vampire or Dhampir but, maybe in some of my research,” she told him. “If it were a vision, why would she be in so much pain? I’ve found her now, I swore she would never experience pain again,” he said, pleadingly.