Novel & Cerita Pure Blood Families

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

I ran my hands through my hair. ...... Writer's POV Elder Wealth stood in the large room with his family. His wife was present, along with his first son, Derek, his second son, Richard, and his first daughter, Delia. "You're not thinking clearly. My son would never do that," Elder Wealth's wife said bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've already lost two of my children in the war, and it's not going to happen again. Not while I'm still alive..." "That's exactly why I agree with Father," the first son snapped suddenly. "I lost my two siblings in that war because of him. I'm completely on board..."

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 thrown that out there to stir the pot, but I did not expect Nelson and Yvonne's faces to go pale the moment the words left my mouth. Nelson forced a laugh. "Illegitimate kids? Come on, Ethan and the rest are my brother's children, too. They're Smiths just like us." However, Nelson looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I felt a jolt of suspicion. My eyes could not help but scan over Ethan and his siblings. That was when I saw it. My dad had double eyelids, a trait I had inherited. However, all three Ethans had single eyelids, just like Nelson.

During a family banquet, four-year-old Benjamin Miller is made to kneel and apologize to Hannah Garber's husband, all because he called her "Mommy" in front of everyone. Samuel Miller arrives at the scene to find the banquet hall empty and blood on the ground. The housekeepers pour buckets of water across the floor, washing off the blood again and again. With red eyes, Samuel rushes forward and grabs one of the housekeepers by the arm. "Where's Ben? Where's my son? Where is he?" The accosted housekeeper shrugs off Samuel's grip. "How the hell should I know? I should be in bed at this damn hour, but instead, I'm here scrubbing blood off the floor!" Samuel, his eyes still red with tears,

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

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

He laid it on the little table here in the living room. "Yes, son. It's the heat of the weather right now so it's tiring to leave,” her mothers says. It was as if I felt a little ashamed of what I had done to her mother earlier. But I'd never thought this woman standing in front of me is her mother. Because they don't have any similarities in my eyes. Anyway, not all mothers or fathers have the same features to their daughters or to their sons. Sometimes, children inherit their appearance to their grandfather, grandmother or any family sides.

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.

"We've confirmed the attacker's connection to the Pure Blood Coalition. His weapon, the suicide capsule he carried, and documents found at his residence all point to membership in this extremist group. However, he appears to have been a relatively low-level operative, not someone with access to the organisation's leadership." "And what exactly is this Pure Blood Coalition? Beyond the little I know?" I pressed, though I had gleaned bits and pieces from overheard conversations and security reports Theo had allowed me to see. Simpson's expression darkened. "An extremist organisation dedicated to maintaining what they call 'blood purity'—specifically, preventing integration between Lycans and we