Pure Blood Families Novels & Stories

They were either descendants of families that interbred with werewolves, or children of two Impure Lycans. “There's one last thing I need to do to be very sure of all this.” I told Alicia and Zane afterwards. “It could be that the Purebloods are just very lucky and haven't been exposed to the sickness yet. We can't afford to make claims that still have some holes.” “But you've already asked the parents. And none of them are Purebloods,” said Alicia. “We need to be completely certain, Alicia. There's no guarantee that it's not merely luck. We need tangible facts that we can stand on, unwaveringly.”

"We know you've been obsessed with finding a pureblood. You want the perfect little lineage, the dream family. But don't let your pathetic fantasies blind you. This girl isn't a prize. She’s a curse." My temper flared. I grabbed his collar, pulling him close. "She was a child when she left. She hadn't shifted. She hadn't come into her own. Purebloods are hidden for a reason, Ripley. You know how the old families operate. They hide the girls until they can be traded." I shoved him back, my voice echoing in the clearing.

“She carries the Lumina marker. The Pure-Blood Royal strain of the Northern Highlands.” The room exploded into whispers among the pack members watching. Theo moved instantly, his hand gripping my shoulder so hard it bruised. I could feel the heat coming off him, the way his wolf was trying to force its way out of him. “That’s impossible,” Theo hissed. “The Northern Royals were wiped out during the Great Purge eighteen years ago. My mother’s family was the last of the pure strains.” “It appears the records were incomplete,” Silas said, his voice gaining an authoritative edge. He turned to the other Elders. “She is our savior.”

Small birds all flew with a shriek, as if afraid of something. Colton's expression became serious. He remembered the text on an ancient book. Pureblood, an existence that rarely appears on a lineage of a bloodline. They have the highest aptitude in cultivating iev. However, as they possess the purest blood, they are also the most delicious food of beasts and monsters. No, not just those, they are also the target of evil cultivators. Well, pureblood can hide their identity from evil cultivators but they can not hide their scent from beasts and monsters. Because they have a strange connection to purebloods that was still left a mystery until today.

"You don't belong to that. That's why they want to kill you and Malia. They believe you weren't born of pure blood." "And what exactly is pure blood?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "Actually, it's much worse than the elders used to tell. Reading the writings, I discovered that the alphas and Lunas of that time married their own siblings to keep the lineage intact. Some were born with disabilities and were discarded, others weren't. That's why the birthrate of Supreme Alphas back then was low. They firmly believe in pure bloods," he explains. "From what it seems, since the goddess completely vanished them, this stopped being an issue. But not for long, and not for those who remained."

Levy’s mother was a pure-blood witch, her magical blood was a lot more powerful than other witches whose blood was diluted after mating with either humans or shifters for generations and with a bunch of anti-mage and witch groups on the move the witches who weren’t magic enough could not survive leaving only a handful of pure-blooded witches alive.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

Keeping herself thin also had the benefit of disguising her brutal strength. The royal family had the strongest bloodline and, therefore, the most powerful wolves. It was why her father tried to marry her off to a courtier; to dilute her power and reduce the risk to Leon's rule. Only, she had run away. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and she had never seen pictures of her. Her father wiped all evidence of her from the palace, and it was forbidden to talk about her. Consequently, she knew almost nothing about her mother. Did she have brown hair and blue eyes, or blonde hair with brown eyes? Was she tall or short? So many versions of her mother existed in her mind.

"Your scheme to eliminate turned wolves?" Amelia's laughter was cold. "Oh, look who's figured it out. The human who thinks she belongs in our world." Her gaze swept the room. "Our species is being diluted, weakened by the constant addition of turned wolves and human mates. The pure-blood families have watched for generations as our heritage is corrupted." " You're talking about ethnic cleansing," I spat. "I'm talking about survival." Amelia's eyes hardened. "And we're not alone. Powerful families all over Europe have pledged their support. Including some of your own extended family, Callum."

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.”