Pure Blood Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"What's wrong?" "I think I found my mate." El wrinkled her nose at the front of the room, near the stage. "What?! That's amazing! Let's go say hello." But El hissed and dragged her back towards the table. "He's gross!" "What?" "I said he-" "I heard what you said." Sapphira snapped and then admonished herself with a sigh. "El, you haven't even met him." "But I can see him from here. He's the one with auburn hair over there." There was only a flash of red as the group of boys moved.

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.

Erin whimpers with a bright smile on her lips "Hi" i mumble but didn't return the smile, am not yet familiar with my environment and I don't know if they are my enemy or not. The last thing I remember is running away from the people that wants to kill me, they killed my parents and mama urges me to run... to save my life I couldn't hold back the tears that threaten to fall down my cheeks, remembering how those monstrous witches and wizards killed my parents... It hurts so much, I watch them in that closed closet where I was hiding watching as they used their manipulative magical power to tear them apart

Mate or not, I’m eager to talk to someone that isn’t Eyla, Will or Hale. “Hello. Why am I getting the sense there’s something off about you?” He grins in a boyish, lazy way. I thought he was my type, with his dark hair and eyes, and now I realise that whoever I thought I would be interested in can hardly compare to a Pureblood. “You’ve been drinking," I dismiss jokingly, although it just comes out breathy and awkward. Most here can tell I’m mortal just from looking at me, but most are too drunk to notice.

“If you have the mark then surely no one can go against the Ancient One.” “Trust me. There are many who are trying to force him to pick another Beta by killing me.” “And why would they do that?” “Well, I’m not a pure-blood.” “And what is a pure-blood?” “Someone whose parents aren’t of the same kind, or tribe, as you would put it.” “And what is wrong with that?” I had to admit, her innocence was a beautiful thing; a breathe of fresh air. “The people that want to kill me have a deep sense of pride for their kind. They don’t want to see their blood mixed with others.”

he asked. Suddenly, a long-forgotten recollection returned to me, “I am not like my aunt, who is a pure-blooded witch, but I embrace what and who I am, as well as what my father is as an ordinary person,” I said, and he scowled. “Half-blooded are not accepted witches in our world; we are only a lower class of witches,” I said.

He enters me with a hiss of his teeth, his eyes roll back in his head and he withdraws, before thrusting inside me again. “Drink from me, little lamb; I can tell you need it,” he murmurs in between thrusts. It’s like my body only knows how to obey his commands; my fangs grow longer and I sink them into the nape of his neck. His blood touches my tongue and it’s only then that I realize that I have been starving myself and our child by only drinking blood bags. My strength returns the more I drink; I feel every bit of weariness leaving my body and, bit by bit, the exhaustion leaves me. Is this what I’ve needed all this time? A Pureblood baby requires not only human blood, but the blood of his

He needed to know more about that. "So, Lord Ravenclaw, you are saying that Salazar Slytherin, the founder that is known to be a blood purist, is the one funding muggleborns' magical studies?" Mr. Cuffe asked. Selena let out a giggle and Erik chuckled hearing the question. "Mr. Cuffe, why would godfather be a blood purist when he was a second-generation wizard and his wife, the one that my husband already told you that he loved above everything, was a second-generation witch too?"

because of the name Joan had mentioned... Coraline... it was a name she hadn't heard in a really, really long time... "Do you know who she is" Liam asked because he had noticed the change in Diana's and seraphina's demeanour... "Most witches know who she is... the pureblooded witch" Seraphina answered... being a pureblood among witches was like a privilege which most people didn't have and that was what made the purebloods stand out, especially coraline because she had an exception witch... she was from a powerful family of pureblooded witches and what made her even more exceptionally was the fact that she was stronger than most witches... at a young age she was able to cast a spell that to

I had been unable to fully process it between being in the trials and seeing the princes I cared about due to its reflection. But now looking back at it, I recalled my scream and the corresponding crack in the mirror. It might have been a coincidence but I needed to make sure that it was. That I wasn't like these… rogues. River stared at me like I had taken leave of my senses. "Currently, only purebloods can wield magic and no offence but if you were one of us, you would have grown up here," Then he shrugged. "Or you would be dead." I rolled my eyes at him.