Pure-blood Families In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Just a few days ago, they were fine with sharing me. “I don’t think that father will approve,” Allister points out, being cautious to keep his tone light. “Are you really willing to push him?” Their father… I didn’t know much about vampires, but only those with pure bloodlines could create and impregnate. That meant that he was pure blood, and so were these two. It was also a pure blood that killed my parents and my brother. I didn’t know what they had against my family, but those were the ones I didn’t want to be stuck with.

Their familiar scents wrapping around me like comfort. "You know how some wolves have different colored fur?" I started carefully. "Some are gray. Some are brown. Some are black. Some are silver like mine." They nodded eagerly. Following along. "Well, wolves also have different kinds of families. Some wolves come from families where everyone is a werewolf. Going back for generations and generations. Parents and grandparents and great-grandparents, all wolves." "Like us?" Carl asked. "Like us." I smoothed his hair gently. "Those wolves are called pure-bloods. But other wolves have families that are... mixed. Maybe one parent was human instead of wolf. Or a grandparent. Or someone further back

"I would know if I had witch blood." "Would you?" I challenged. "Have you ever tried to access those abilities? Or have you spent your whole life believing you were just a regular werewolf?" He looked shaken, his hand running through his dark hair. "My father never mentioned—" "Your father probably didn't know," I interrupted. "Or maybe he did know and hid it to protect you. The Purist Council has been eliminating magical bloodlines for over a century." "If they'd known you had witch heritage, they would have killed you and your entire family."

Only pure-blood vampire families deserved to have a noble title. Until recently, there used to be five noble, pure-blood vampire families. Of course, after the annihilation of the Adragnas, the noble families were down to four. The noble family was allowed to keep the title, as long as there was at least one pure-blood member living in the family. The Grimoards were currently down to three family members. Two of them were pure-bloods: King Mael and Princess Elora, and there was also a half-blood, Prince Kanan, who resembled more of a human than a vampire. After the assassination of the former Duke and Duchess, the Calvet name was held by only two members: Sariel and his sister, Dominique. Th

he said "Oh okay"I said,thank God "You can proceed"dad instructed as he started to chant,hmm "She has a pureblood"the priest said,dad and Alec looked so shocked,Lemuel just looked.that sounded so familiar,so very familiar, someone always told me that "What?a pureblood??,is that even possible?"dad asked "Ever heard of a pureblood?"Alex asked "Um,yeah,I think so,when I was little,mum always told me I had a pureblood line in me,she stopped telling me as I grew older,I didn't know what it meant"I said

Criticize all of his movements, with hostile gazes full of hatred and disgust, switching back and forth. It wasn't the eyes of civilians, not the housekeepers, but coming from the people who run the same genes as him. My stepmothers and siblings, Alkhun was glad despite having the same genes. He doesn't get the pitiful mindset of everyone in this castle. Dozens of siblings come from different women in different aristocratic families. It was a tradition on the five elite Families to breed like pigs. Why would they have to do it anyway? They’re only one reason. The Heritage.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

Over time, the noble system has completely faded away. But the power and wealth they passed down from generation to generation did not disappear at all. In fact, it grew every time a new ruler came to the throne.The Malion family is one of the oldest Werewolf noble families in Guivor. Leaders of the Pureblood pack since centuries ago, until now their power was still dominating. The morning sun peeked through the wispy clouds that were the color of lavender fields, casting a splash of rosegold on Guivor, which lay like a fairytale city in a masterpiece painting.

I had been unable to fully process it between being in the trials and seeing the princes I cared about due to its reflection. But now looking back at it, I recalled my scream and the corresponding crack in the mirror. It might have been a coincidence but I needed to make sure that it was. That I wasn't like these… rogues. River stared at me like I had taken leave of my senses. "Currently, only purebloods can wield magic and no offence but if you were one of us, you would have grown up here," Then he shrugged. "Or you would be dead." I rolled my eyes at him.

Something inside my chest settled into place. Korgan lifted his head. I told you. The investigation continued. Mom divided the files we had found at the station. The documents showed twelve human bloodlines, all historically connected to hunters, governments, or institutions that had rejected supernatural contact for generations. “Heirs of Purity,” Harper said. “The name does not refer to themselves.” “What does it refer to then?” Dad asked. “To inheriting lines without magic. What they call purity is programmed absence,” Harper said. Amelie examined the records.