Pure Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

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.

"Since Mr. Blackwood mentioned the 'advantages' of being a pureblood, let me show you all something interesting." Behind me, a complex genetic comparison chart appeared on the massive screen. On the left was a normal werewolf, and on the right was a chart labeled "Blackwood Pureblood Sample." "This," I pointed to a fractured red band on the chart, "is your vaunted pureblood gene. It's riddled with hereditary diseases and emotional instability." "Your so-called 'nobility' is nothing but a genetic lie." I turned to Slade, my expression a mixture of pity and cruelty. "Your bloodline isn't a crown, Slade. It's a gilded cage on the verge of collapse."

I'd almost walked straight into the Forbidden Woods. "You're carrying a Pureblood pup." His voice dropped, but the tremor cut through anyway. "Kaelan's Pureblood. You're Pureblood. That should guarantee nothing—this child is a miracle this Pack hasn't seen in a hundred years. And you're just going to throw it away?" I opened my mouth, but he kept going.

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.”

She went quiet and let that sink in. “What do you mean spell caster blood?” Jessica asks. “Both my parents are wolves, I have no casters in my bloodline, I am a pure wolf.” I winced a little as she said this. She was never going to completely get rid of her superiority complex. “We all have mixed blood, we are half human, half wolf.” I deadpanned at her. This was actually one of the most heated debates we had in our pack history class. Many of us didn’t think it was a big deal, but several classmates began having this pure-blood mania, and that along with ranks, was a deciding factor on who was better than others.

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

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.