Novel & Cerita Is Luna Lovegood A Pureblood

“She was the first. The original Luna born of prophecy. The one they feared. The one they tried to erase from history.” “And I’m… connected to her?” He didn't deny it. Instead, he whispered, “You were able to open the book, so yes.” You are her blood. Her blood? Yes,history have it that all legendary Luna comes from one lineage. The room spun slightly as his words sank in. “And that’s why I don’t have a wolf?” I asked. “Because I’m not just a normal wolf?” He nodded. “Because you’re something more.” My fingers trembled around the book.

She touched Luna's face gently. "We can save you," she said. "Burn away the demon filth. Leave only the pure Moonblood. The divine essence you inherited from your mother. You would be *whole,* Luna. Finally. No more darkness whispering. No more violent urges. No more feeling like a monster." Luna jerked her head away. "I am not a monster," she snarled. "And my demon blood is not a disease. It is *me.* Part of who I am. You cannot just cut it out."

Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument. "Look here uh…" "Prince Syre," he smirked. "Whatever," I snapped, "uh, What are you, like twelve?-" "I'm fourteen," he frowned. "I think I know more about anything than you could possibly ever try to-" "Well, then I suppose you know that Female Purebloods are killed at birth, by law they are not allowed to live," he trailed off looking at me, "They are known to be weak."

I ask. "To create an army, an army of strong witches and Wizard, he also needs pure blood to keep his strength," my mother explains. My eyes widen in fear, if he needs pure blood then he must have been using a lot of pure blood over the years, tears stream down my eyes and I can't believe the question is about to slip from my lips. "Griffin said you are the Luna of Moon Shadow pack, is this true?" She stares at me, then at Griffin, and back at me before nodding her head. Tears fill her eyes but they don't stream down.

Leona answered as is. Everyone at the table furrowed their brows in surprise mixed with curiosity. They still doubted the words Leona said to the girl earlier. Knowing that her words were being doubted by the four people sitting around her, the girl looked at them one by one, and spoke again. "I told her I was a purebloods." clearly Leona as it is, without the slightest engineered goods. "Ah! You really want to protect your lover, you see." sneered Archie. "No! Don't talk nonsense!" said Leona.

I asked. “We will go to the person who took Mayari and we will ask him nicely where he took your sister,” Aunt Kyndra said with a smile. Shaun hissed. “That cold-blooded bastard?” he asked. Aunt Kyndra nodded. “Yes, that bastard. But there is one correction, he is not a coldblood. He's a pureblood,” she said. The four guys were obviously surprised by what Aunt Kyndra had said. “He is a pureblood!” Shaun exclaimed, a mixture of amazement and irritation in his voice. “Now he just officially became more annoying,” he added.

"According to research, a Klux is a paranormal that feeds on the magic of pure blood Lycans before killing them." "What?! But what exactly is a pure blood Lycan?" "A pure blood Lycan is a Lycan whose blood isn't tainted. One whose blood has not been mixed with other races. In human terms, one who isn't biracial." I pause, pondering on her words. If a Klux only attacked Pure Lycans, then why did he try to attack Kael? Kael was a moon Lykae. "What are you thinking?" Beryl asks.

But underneath that beauty was something cruel. ‘So the Pureblood beings can live longer as humans?” I said quietly. Maureen didn’t answer, but I could feel her agreement. It was a quiet pulse in the back of my mind, and full of restrained rage. The spiritual water wasn’t some miracle cure for drunkenness. It was put there to eradicate half-bloods like me. I stared at the basin one last time, then turned away. The shine of it followed me as though it was still waiting for me to turn my back and drink it foolishly.

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

He couldn't understand why no one cared about the purity of blood and heredity, instead supporting the bad relationship between werewolves and ordinary humans. "What do you want, Aretha? After your shameful actions, you are now supporting the desecration of our descendants' pure blood?" Theodore asked angrily. Aretha's eyebrows rose high. "What do you mean? Are you drunk? What pureblood?" “See how unreasonable your actions are,” snapped Theodore. "Do you love these hybrid children? They are tarnishing the pack's good name. Moreover, the human who is their mother also has unclear origins. You should support Rica as Luna's candidate for Liam, not an ordinary human like their mother!"