Pure Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“And we have magical reinforcements, many of which will be on their way here shortly. Witches with skills in healing and warding. They will help secure this location.” “That’s good. Look,” Rohan ran his hand through his hair. “We found two… zombies,” he didn’t like using the word. “Wandering around the houses. These ones were more… like people. We secured them. You said that you have a cure?” “Me,” Harry said with a smile. “I believe I am the cure.” “Thank you, Harry,” Talen said with a slight nod of his head. “The vampire blood of my line is a cure for this disease, and Harry is one of my children.”

"One thing you should know is that the other person does not have to be necessary there because if the other uses it, it will affect the other." "And also the one who uses is the one that can break the spell." She added. "Moreso the only consequence of this is that the person will be mateless forever." She stated. *How could she take such a chance?* he wondered. "So can you make the potion?" He inquired. "I wish i could but i am no pure blood witch." She stated. "Do you know any?" He inquired. "Nope, because pure bloods are becoming rare lately" she responded.

We all sit there in horrified silence, no one quite knowing what to say. Finally, Harry is the one to speak up. “Well, they don’t look EXACTLY like you. They all have long, black hair. Your hair is blue. Although it does look black unless you’re in the daylight. They also all have blue or grey eyes, your eyes are very different, so they couldn't match that…” He trails off, his false optimism fading as he reasons away his own arguments. His face falls as he gives up trying to reason away what we all know.

According to him, it was no new thing and his major concern was his daughter. How to ensure she was free from this evil sucking her soul and becoming her. And being The Great Princess, according to his father, was news that had him surprised and puzzled. And a hybrid too? He was not aware of any other genes in the family. They were a long royal line of purebred witches or wizards. Or was he not well informed about his background? He would have to talk about that with his father and find out. The wizard's second-in-command and best friend was definitely not expecting everything he'd heard today. He was quiet because he was not directly involved or affected.

"Stop calling me that." "I can't. It's who you are." He killed the headlights, plunging us into darkness on the side of the deserted road leading to the Pepperwell forest. "You need to understand what you are. You aren't just a Lycan. You are a Pureblood. The daughter of the Lycan King Gregorius and my sister, Elizabeth."

"Okay, then. Harry, correct me If I'm wrong, are you a werewolf? Care to tell me now, I'm dying of curiosity." Harry proceeded to provide his theory. He knows about his bloodline for that matter but was not entirely convinced of its likelihood not until their experience at the Lamia where in his mind he shifted into his wolf form and fought the Lamia. He never thought he could shift as such but it happened on his own illusion. He knew his bloodline could do many wonders but being one of the Golden Royalty lineages was way more surprising. He knew it from what Lanah and Chaney told him when the two ended up telling him about their doubts and when he told them about his theory of him being a w

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

My baby has turned out to be a werewolf and somehow also a PureBlood at the same time. I smile as I take out the book of the PureBloods and hand it over to him. He takes the book and pretends to read it. As I look at him, I remember the saying that states that PureBloods are born when a great danger is about to befall the world and they come after every one thousand years. I can't help but wonder why my son has been born as a PureBlood before a thousand years are over. Whatever the case, I am ready to personally train him.

Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument. "Look here uh…" "Prince Syre," he smirked. "Whatever," I snapped, "uh, What are you, like twelve?-" "I'm fourteen," he frowned. "I think I know more about anything than you could possibly ever try to-" "Well, then I suppose you know that Female Purebloods are killed at birth, by law they are not allowed to live," he trailed off looking at me, "They are known to be weak."

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say