Pure Bloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.”

"A pureblood's heat is dangerous. I can't let her go through it alone." "And what about me?" "You?" Lucas stopped and looked at me. "What's wrong with you?" "I'm your mate. Our permanent marking ceremony is tomorrow." "The ceremony can be postponed," Lucas said impatiently. "Sophie, you need to be more understanding. Willow's situation is more urgent than yours." "Why? Because she's a pureblood?" "Because she needs me!" Lucas suddenly snapped, his Alpha aura flooding the room. "This is a pureblood’s heat!" Lucas snarled… "It’s nothing like your mild ones. You have no idea what she’s enduring!"

"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.”

But it was the note that drove the air from my lungs—handwritten in elegant script that somehow made its contents more obscene: *The abominations you carry will never wear these crowns. Their mixed blood will never contaminate the throne. Consider these toys a kindness—a preview rather than the reality that awaits if you continue this perversion of nature. There are many of us, watching, waiting. The Pure Blood Coalition cleanses what is impure. Your daughters will never draw breath in this kingdom.*

Seraphina nodded, her eyes locked on Isabella now. “It’s about what I could do. My blood is tied to both life and death. The Hollow Born curse runs through me, and so does the power of the Moonbloods. They’re not just families, they’re forces, bound to this land, to its magic. The Hollow Born carry death in their veins, and the Moonbloods, well, their power is older, darker. And I carry a mixture of both.” Isabella’s voice broke through the heavy silence. “The Hollow Born were always seen as weak, their bloodline cursed to fade into nothing. They were supposed to die out. But you, ”