Pure Bloods Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Kane clears his throat. “Doll, want to show them.” I look at my mates. They looked so proud. I stood up, Gabe stood with me. I turned around and lifted my shirt. He covered my breasts for me. A silence fell over everyone. “Purple. Isn’t that what pure bloods marks turn? Hanna and Becca are pure bloods?” I sigh, and pull my shirt down. “No, I know our father is not, so that’s not possible.” Becca clears her throat.

This was complete bullshit, so I tried to talk to my father or my brothers, but I couldn't; the mental block had been sealed tightly. They turned me around, and I could see at least ten people around me. All of them wore red hoods, and their faces were covered with black nets that made it difficult to identify them, but it wasn't hard for me to figure out who they were. It was clear that they were followers of the Pure Blood Sect. “It's a shame that a wolf as powerful as him has to be sacrificed,” said a female voice that made my hair stand on end. “However, we must do what is necessary to finally break the disgusting half-breed. It's the only viable way to help her unleash her power.”

one that Azraiel didn’t like a bit. “What kind of magic are we talking about…?” He narrowed his eyes at her, completely aware of the risks this witch liked to take. “A Pure Blood Magic…!” Katya said turning her eyes away from him. Azraiel’s jaw clenched as soon as he heard it. Fuck… It’d work…it’d definitely work…

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.

Small birds all flew with a shriek, as if afraid of something. Colton's expression became serious. He remembered the text on an ancient book. Pureblood, an existence that rarely appears on a lineage of a bloodline. They have the highest aptitude in cultivating iev. However, as they possess the purest blood, they are also the most delicious food of beasts and monsters. No, not just those, they are also the target of evil cultivators. Well, pureblood can hide their identity from evil cultivators but they can not hide their scent from beasts and monsters. Because they have a strange connection to purebloods that was still left a mystery until today.

"I seriously thought he was just blind drunk and blabbing nonsense." Yikes. We were going down a rabbit hole I wasn't sure we could dig ourselves out of...and I absolutely didn't want to keep talking about his brother and Stefano's depraved pastimes. Eww. "So you don't know anything about purebloods?" Enzo blinked at me while his warm hand palmed my thigh. "What's a pureblood?" "It's, uh... When a child's parents have the same genetic abnormalities. Like Stefano and Eleana."

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.

"You are a half-blood, Elif. Torn between two worlds. Too human for the wolves. Too wolf for the humans. You've spent your entire life feeling like an error." My throat tightened. "How do you know that?" "Because I once walked in your shoes. I am also a half-blood." He sat on a fallen log, gesturing for me to join him. "I lead because I am a half-blood, not in spite of it." He scooped up a handful of soil, letting it sift through his fingers. "The purebloods deem us inferior. Broken. But they are mistaken. We are not broken, Elif. We are bridges."

He knew I was well within my right, according to the laws we were governed by, to do whatever I saw fit after Kyrin had disrespected me so. "There is one last thing," he said. "We believe that Kyrin has been abducting and draining these girls in an attempt to turn himself into a pureblood." My eyes widened at the new information. "Is that even possible?" A hum sounded from the other end of the call. "It has been speculated that should you drink enough human blood, there may be a change in the way half-bloods react to certain things. Sunlight, strength, coercion, all these things are affected."

I asked. “No, she’s a witch,” I gasped at the information from Tyler, “She’s a half-blood witch, her father a normal human while her mother a witch. The story of Harry Potter and his legacy was overly famous back then and she was very intrigued by it. Once when she was with her great grandmother she stole a time turner and got in it. You know how it works, right? She traveled to the past and future of Harry Potter, noting everything, and finally, when she went back home she wrote it into papers later publishing it into a book due to financial problems. She’s indeed a legend for writing those into words and describing every single thing very detailed however when her grandmom got to know abou