Pure Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

But why? "After all we have never seen anyone brought by a pureblood like the young duke! We can't help but feel so interested to know what kind of blood are drunk by purebloods," someone said and his voice turned sinister as he licked his lips that was already wet with saliva, "I bet that servants chosen by the pureblood taste even better than other normal humans." So this was why they had been paying attention to her, because... she was chosen by Victor. And what? Victor is a pureblood vampire?

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.

I need to know something. "The book of the potion of spells was lost." Mrs. Vega opened immediately to her companions. How could she know that the book of potion of spells was lost? Is she up into something? "How did that happen? Has anyone turned it on yet?" "Yes there is. And she is our student here. I think she is not normal. There is someone else with her." Are they talking about me? It was just about the book but now I have joined the conversation. What the hell is happening?

A month had passed since the incident that made Haltz Castle in chaos had occurred. Rai and Pine were still on the bed in the middle of the throne room. Even though Diana had given all her blood to them, they didn't recover right away. It took time to adapt to everything, especially the blood they received was vampire pure blood that had a hundred percent purity. Meanwhile, Kevin and Al are loyal to the people who are most precious to them. Julio was not far from there to protect his master. Allan and Gail were still in the castle.

He knew I was well within my right, according to the laws we were governed by, to do whatever I saw fit after Kyrin had disrespected me so. "There is one last thing," he said. "We believe that Kyrin has been abducting and draining these girls in an attempt to turn himself into a pureblood." My eyes widened at the new information. "Is that even possible?" A hum sounded from the other end of the call. "It has been speculated that should you drink enough human blood, there may be a change in the way half-bloods react to certain things. Sunlight, strength, coercion, all these things are affected."

“Our leader, Julia. But even she is not a Pureblood.” Debbys words repeated in my ears like a whisper of a ghost. “You are a pureblood”. I blinked at him, confused by his words. “What’s the difference between a True-Blood and a Pureblood?” Martin smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “A Pureblood Cupbearer is a myth, a legend. None have existed for centuries. Julia, as a True-Blood, is the closest we’ve come to that level of power. She is our guiding light, our protector.”

Pure fiction bred from the mind of some poor, bored soul. Hazel frowns a little. “He had magic.” “You have magic…” Something dark shifts in Hazel. “He’s not like me, Meara. His blood is as pure as it comes. More so than that anyone that walks this earth. He’s one of the original Alpha’s, and his power could crush this entire Pack and then some.” A chill crawls over my skin, but I shrug it off. “That doesn’t mean he deserved to be cursed like this. You told me he is likely still conscious, at times, right? That’s horrifying.” The thought makes my stomach turn.

Whatever it can do, if Chloe's not going to be careful, the blue crystal will be her death. "You, pawn of a Pure Blood! I will cut your head off and offer it to my King!" the Illinora shrieked. Her voice was now doubled into a man and a woman. Her eyeballs shook as she shrieked and the skeletal part of her skull cracked loudly. There supposed to be no time to be shaken by how the witch called her but Chloe was confused. Pure Blood.. "There are many tribes in Demetrius. But one is the greatest of all. They are the Pure Blood, hailed from the lines of Vestia's ancient Royal Family. The Rein Tribe," she remembered her mother told her.