Pure Blood Families Novels & Stories

"I seriously thought he was just blind drunk and blabbing nonsense." Yikes. We were going down a rabbit hole I wasn't sure we could dig ourselves out of...and I absolutely didn't want to keep talking about his brother and Stefano's depraved pastimes. Eww. "So you don't know anything about purebloods?" Enzo blinked at me while his warm hand palmed my thigh. "What's a pureblood?" "It's, uh... When a child's parents have the same genetic abnormalities. Like Stefano and Eleana."

He asked. “Yes and no…I received a letter…Marley…my mate is Pure like me. She has an affinity to rain…to storms.” I told him. There was a long pause. “Wow man that’s unheard of…two Pure mated together…I haven’t heard of that in the history of anything. You’re fire is chaos, storms are chaos. With the fire and water you balance each other out but in the wrong hands…you guys could destroy so much…” “I figured as much….”I sighed.

"Which part exactly do you want to explain?" "All of it. The whole truth." My mother shifted and the chains clinked against the stone floor. "Your grandmother and I were friends once, many years ago. Before she disappeared without a trace. She told me things about your family bloodline that no one else knew." Tehila stiffened beside me. "What things?" "Your bloodline carries pure Alpha blood going back to the original packs, the founding wolves." My mother's eyes gleamed with something close to reverence. "Undiluted, unbroken, passed down through the female line specifically. Rare but valuable beyond measure."

“Speaking of queens… who are they? Really?” The room went quiet for a beat. Jax pushed off the wall, grabbed a protein bar from his desk, and tossed one to me without asking. “Fine. Crash course. They’re the purebloods who stuck around after the Thirteen Families bailed. Each one’s got powers no normie vamp has—old bloodlines, war heroes, all that. They don’t just rule the school; they own it.”

Rae Frank Rivers. The name remained on the screen, black letters against faded paper. For thirteen years, he had existed only as a shadow buried beneath memories I could not reach. Now he had a place in an official ledger, marked beside a symbol Jesse recognized. My father had not disappeared from history. Someone had recorded exactly where he belonged. “What does Pureblood mean?” I asked. Jesse’s fingers remained still above the tablet. “It was a movement made up of families from several packs. They believed bloodlines weakened whenever wolves bonded with humans or mixed-blood descendants.”

A ledger. The old country, she explained, held eleven high houses. Eleven pure-blood Lycan families, clinging to traditions buried deep in the northern lands beyond even the Northern Hollow. They married only among themselves. They diminished together. Each one small, proud… and dying. Yet every single one believed their purity was the last dignity left to their kind. Most of them would do nothing. “They will hear of the King’s mixed child,” Seraphina said, her tone steady, “and they will mourn. Quietly. Then they will turn away and wait to die as they are pure and fading. They will not act.”

Especially not Julian. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Julian,” I replied, my voice a brittle thread. I stood up and walked to the window, watching the rain streak the glass of the ancestral estate. “My grandfather built this empire. Every pillar, every blueprint has his soul in it.” “Does it?” Julian’s chuckle was dark and melodic. “Or does it have my mother’s? Check your email, Victoria. I just sent you a bit of family history that Silas conveniently forgot to include in your bedtime stories. The ‘Pure’ Vermon blood didn’t start with him. It started with the sister he erased.”

"I mean like what happened at Haltz, you treated them, didn't you?" Diana nodded, “I'm just trying to stop their bleeding. But you could say I did study medicine even though I'm not that great.” Then Diana was silent for a moment, “I'm curious about one thing, why is their blood black? I think your blood is red?” “That's because they're vampires that were hybridized with other vampires. My blood is red because I am a descendant from the main family—a vampire who was born not because of a sexual relationship, but because we were created,” Rai explained.

James asked Lilith who went stiff at his words. He looked around the family with cold eyes. “Wolves travel in packs not for safety, but for our families' safety. But when something happened to me, my family was left to fend for themselves,” he said and many looked away. They were anxious at this point. If he really left, they would fall in standing. They were a strong family just like the rest of the great houses. ‘But only James Grey and Matthew Reeves had evolved to pure bloods, making the Grey and Reeves Houses the leaders of the great Houses. If we lost our own pure blood, we would lose our standing,’ some elder discussed.

“If you have the mark then surely no one can go against the Ancient One.” “Trust me. There are many who are trying to force him to pick another Beta by killing me.” “And why would they do that?” “Well, I’m not a pure-blood.” “And what is a pure-blood?” “Someone whose parents aren’t of the same kind, or tribe, as you would put it.” “And what is wrong with that?” I had to admit, her innocence was a beautiful thing; a breathe of fresh air. “The people that want to kill me have a deep sense of pride for their kind. They don’t want to see their blood mixed with others.”