Pure Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

But his question managed to distract Ash from the magnificent building in front of them. With one eyebrow raised, he stomped his foot, then stood in front of Archie. Scanning all parts of Archie's body with his eagle blinds. "Only Purebloods can turn someone into a hybrid." Ash explained. "I think you know about that, Archie." continued Ash with great emphasis. GLEK! Archie swallowed his spat nervously. Cold sweat started pouring down, wetting his forehead. Who wouldn't be nervous when an Alpha looked at you with his hawk-eyes but spoke in a very calm tone.

"I dunno, love. Maybe." "I seriously thought he was just blind drunk and blabbing nonsense." "So you don't know anything about purebloods?" Pure bloodlines? I stared at her face again with my hand resting on her warm thigh. "What's a pureblood?" "It's, uh..." Mykaela raised her arms and pressed her index fingers together. "When a child's parents have the same genetic abnormalities. Like Stefano and Eleana." "Wait. You mean, it's essentially just a genetic condition?"

Pure blood, this must be what they were looking for in Lars. However, as far as Keelin knew, Lars' blood, royal blood, was different from pure blood. The royal bloodline represents the dominant power, depending on each generation, it will develop a unique, very strong, and very special ability. And the current Lars is the vampire possessing the greatest power in the royal family ever.

That would mean she is their daughter like Hunter George mentioned. Wait, how did a hunter father a pure-blooded witch? Something’s off and I’m not leaving without answers.

“This rule never applied to royal blood. But later, this rule got changed when the number of girls in the coven increased compared to boys. If you’re talking about Caroline, then she is not a witch by birth. She got a second chance by magic, and the part that she gave birth to a girl is pure coincidence.” “Oh!!” “There are three types of witches or wizards. Royal, born from parents who both are witches or wizards, Half-blood, when one of the parents is witches or wizards; and the last one is Muggle, when both the parents aren’t witches or wizards, but they are somehow related witches or wizards, or their ancestors are related to them.” “So, the strongest among them is Royal?” Liara asked out

He knew that Hirre cared about his position but he wanted to face it with his Luna. "Severus, please. Listen to me okay." Hirre was almost in tears as she replied. She looked at Severus, wanting time to make Severus believe in her. "They are all right, I'm not worthy to be called as yours. I-Im just a low-classes mixed blood." She added as she let her tears to flow down. She felt pain every time she pronounced those words.

The skin which was heavily bruised was now all clear, as if nothing happened to it in the first place and for some reason, it made all fatigue and dizziness leave my body. And this what confused me. “His blood is from the pureblood royals and it is said that their blood helps with everything, alive or dead and is super powerful, if given to any," he stated, after seeing the dispute my face. His blood was of finest quality---helps, alive or dead... Could it really? 'Stop overthinking.' Julie suddenly spoke, the sarcasm she always held within her was now not there. I sigh, knowing she was right. His blood couldn't do shit.

I said, my tone coming off a bit too sharp, but in my defense, it was due to the fact that we had already wasted time, and I did not want us to waste anymore. We needed any intel we could get. I gave her a small smile, and attempt to feel homey, and for her to be comfortable. If she was shy, she could look at me as she spoke instead of awkwardly looking around. Thankfully, she caught the message and understood. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "The vampire… his name is Jafar. And apparently, he's… pureblood." A collective gasp filled the room. Pureblood vampires were almost unheard of, and it had been thousands of years since we saw one. At least, since the legends saw one.

Meaning there’s value attached to it, interesting. “I’ve had it since I was a child.” “An orphan child?” She gulped a hard “Yes.” “And you have no wolf?” Her eyes flickered away, shame flickering like a candle in the dark until she responded in defeat “No. I never shifted.” A wolf-less girl, the lowest of the low. And yet by some means I'm yet to uncover, she got the Moon Stone: the most sacred artifact of our kind to respond to her. The contradiction gnawed at me with intent.

“I do. The Oracle said it has to be a choice made of love. I chose mine. I choose to end it.” Bianca’s breath caught, horror freezing her. “No. I won’t watch my daughter bleed for my sins.” Luna’s small hand reached out, touching the serpent crown. “Then teach me how to fight it, Mother. Don’t hide me from it. If this blood is cursed… then let me use it.” The crown pulsed violently, gold turning to crimson for a heartbeat. The air grew heavy, electric, and the shadows deepened around them like an audience awaiting its queen.