Pure Bloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Everything in the mansion was high-end and luxurious; even the drinking mugs were crafted from pure crystal. Adrian drained the red liquid in one gulp, his thoughts drifting to the restricted area of the East Wing and the mysteries it concealed. The Prophecy… Tsk… He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if to erase the thought from his mind. Looking at his right hand and the expensive gold chain adorning it, Adrian smirked arrogantly. His thoughts were shrouded in mist, yet his gaze held a strange affection. …

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.

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

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.

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.

"No good sittin' worryin' abou' it," he said. "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy When I thought it could not get any worse, Mey had proved me wrong. Not only had she broke my heart, but she also had it trampled as well. There was nothing left but sadness, bitterness, and utter disappointment.

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.”