Pure Bloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

But underneath that beauty was something cruel. ‘So the Pureblood beings can live longer as humans?” I said quietly. Maureen didn’t answer, but I could feel her agreement. It was a quiet pulse in the back of my mind, and full of restrained rage. The spiritual water wasn’t some miracle cure for drunkenness. It was put there to eradicate half-bloods like me. I stared at the basin one last time, then turned away. The shine of it followed me as though it was still waiting for me to turn my back and drink it foolishly.

Well he didn’t know where he stood. And neither didn’t they. He was told time and time again that purebloods were still a fascination to them and that whatever powers he had, if he even had any, were out of their forte and so they just stuffed him with any and everything possible. With learning magic to wielding a spear or sword to hand-to-hand combat. Who knew where he’d strike gold. From what they had mentioned, the pureblood was supposed to have some defence mechanism built in him to deflect from possible danger but god knows how, where and when that was supposed to happen.

She hollered back. "Kate would never kill any innocent person, what did your brother do?" I exhaled heavily and wiped off the rainwater that blinded me temporarily. The cut on my forehead had healed back, thanks to my nature. "She pronounced him dead because he attempted to save his girlfriend from the wicked grasp of a demonic vampire." "Wait! Is your brother Harry? The werewolf that dated Mary, a witch that summoned a warlock?" My eyes flashed red and I pushed the hoodie girl away from my sight. She raced into the woods, disappearing from our sight.

I also did, my eyes brightened in surprise. " It's the pureblood Scroll," Jeremy whispered in between his breath. " What? Unbelievable," I covered my mouth, staring at the brown scroll in his hand. The Pureblood Scroll was a book that guided the purebloods on how to utilize their power. A set of commands and fighting skills were written in it which the pureblood should master. Rumors claimed it had been destroyed by the last pureblood, but here it was in Jeremy's hand. I tried snatching it away from Jeremy, but he was faster to withhold it.

she said, confirming my suspicions. The young vampire royal snarled, his long spiked teeth bearing, his eyes glowing golden red, as he yanked the chains, trying to put his strength to break off. His appearance further confirmed that not only was he a royal, but likely a prince of the pure blood of vampires, first blood in fact. I was disturbed that a pureblood like him, one of us, would be subjected to such suffering, but I had no choice. “DON’T YOU DARE!!!!!If you touch her!!!!!!..” he growled, yanking and trashing to be set free to charge Queen Rowena.

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.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

I calmed down a little and asked-" So...?" He turned back while answering-" I am not an orphan. I am sorry I lied. I was born in a family of slaves. My father was a witch but my mother was a human. There were lots of cases where pureblood and mudblood were born having the parents with pureblood of witches as some have the blood of others. I was one of the mudblood. My parents were poor so to feed us my mother become a slave. He raped her as a result A half-blood was born from a witch's bloodline and a non-witches bloodline. The master not only gives us the power to feed ourselves but also gives us the power to stay alive by sharing the powers within us we could use their powers which is of c

"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.

“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.”