Pure Bloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“You have to give me something more mum. I came here to seek help, I’m a walking time bomb as it stands, if this is my chance at controlling my powers. I want to take it.” She chuckled, “You will be going to an era where witches were killed just for breathing” She replied, “One wrong step, one wrong move. You die” “If I die in the dream I just come back.” “No. If you die in the dream, it's Game over. Both there and here, you will never return, Your body dies out slowly.” She dropped the bombshell “What?” My eyes widened. Shit. “Not just that” she looked away, “You're not pure blooded. There's a reason why only pure bloods venture on this journey, being connected to all four elements is a the

I said. “He was likely just a follower,” Amara replied. There was a lash of anger in her voice—or maybe even jealousy. “They don’t have pure blood. They may carry traces of magic, but it’s nothing close to what’s needed for high magic. Only pure bloods can achieve that.” “Pure bloods,” I repeated slowly. “Like Christine and Jasper?” Amara nodded, like I was finally getting the picture. “Full-blooded siblings.” I tried not to react outwardly to the comment. It made sense as to why they were so confused by their flaws. If they understood genetics even a little bit, maybe they would understand their “curse” for what it truly was.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

We all sit there in horrified silence, no one quite knowing what to say. Finally, Harry is the one to speak up. “Well, they don’t look EXACTLY like you. They all have long, black hair. Your hair is blue. Although it does look black unless you’re in the daylight. They also all have blue or grey eyes, your eyes are very different, so they couldn't match that…” He trails off, his false optimism fading as he reasons away his own arguments. His face falls as he gives up trying to reason away what we all know.

Rae Frank Rivers. The name remained on the screen, black letters against faded paper. For thirteen years, he had existed only as a shadow buried beneath memories I could not reach. Now he had a place in an official ledger, marked beside a symbol Jesse recognized. My father had not disappeared from history. Someone had recorded exactly where he belonged. “What does Pureblood mean?” I asked. Jesse’s fingers remained still above the tablet. “It was a movement made up of families from several packs. They believed bloodlines weakened whenever wolves bonded with humans or mixed-blood descendants.”

"I am not breaking up with you." I fought the tears that was threatening to spill. "Then what are trying to say then?" He sighed then stared straight into my eyes. "The punishment for such crime is harsh. For Alerians, its life imprisonment. For Purebloods, its..."he hesitated, not really sure if I wanted to hear it. "What?" I croaked out. "What is the punishment for purebloods?" He closed his eyes as he struggled to speak. "Life deprivation. They'll bury me alive and deprive me of blood till I'm dry as a husk," he said in a shaky voice. "It's worst than death itself."

“How many Sanguinari have you met?” I catch the meaning right away. “You mean… their father is..?” Mandy nods. “But I should not be this big,” I say quickly. “It has only been two weeks.” “The size could be because you're expecting multiples,” Mandy replies. “And with purebloods, the rules don’t always apply. There hasn’t been a pureblood birth in almost four hundred years.” The room stills again. “But Betty always said it was impossible” I whisper. “A human cannot carry a pureblood child…” My voice shakes. “She would not survive. She said that there is only one pureblood. The Vampire King.”

Crimson liquid oozed from the cut. "See? My blood is clearly red. Why then do I have powers?" She said to Yuka, tears filling her eyes. Kai cleared his throat, nervously. "Um- Hazel... It's not- It's not red" he said and she frowned. "W-what?" She looked down at her fingers again, her eyes going wide when she saw that she wasn't bleeding red blood. "I have golden blood? H-how? That's not possible. My parents....they are red bloods. They don't have an ounce of magic--"

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.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten