Pure Intent Novels & Stories

He did not look at her, but his grip returned—iron, burning, alive. The Speaker lifted the final stone, his face carved from granite. “The council has spoken. The Rite of Purity is decreed.” The braziers flared white, fire leaping higher as though the chamber itself approved. Gasps, growls, whispers. The lightning had struck, and there was no undoing it. Draven’s jaw clenched. His wolf howled behind his eyes. Elaria’s heart raced, but her voice whispered only for him. “We will survive this. Together.”

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

As if something was getting into his head and imposing its weight. “Don’t be an idiot.” – Pure says in his mind. – “The witchcraft that that woman puts in your head is starting to disappear.” “What witchcraft? The maidan would never hurt me. You’re an idiot.” Pure rolls his eyes. At that moment he was perhaps the only wolf in the world who rolled his eyes.

Adults didn’t do that anymore, and guys who would say that kind of thing were usually total players. Seeing that I didn’t believe him, Andrew leaned in and whispered, “Don’t look at me like that. The guy’s never even been in a relationship. Not once.” I laughed. Now I was curious about this so-called “pure” man. “Is that so?” “Trust me. I’m your boss, and you’re one of my best team members. I’d never throw you to the wolves. He’s six feet tall and handsome, too.” Then, he pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of a tanned-skinned man with sharp features and a kind of rugged handsomeness. When he smiled, there was even a bit of playful charm to him—a totally different type from James.

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

"I see why she would want you to marry someone who was pure-blooded. I think that's what you deserve." He sat up. "First, I've gotten much more than I deserve with you. Second, there are not many of my kind left and I've met every pure-blooded woman on this earth. None of them were my mate, so I have no interest in any of them. Don't let Victoria fool you into thinking that I'm settling with you." "Okay," I sighed, even though I wasn't completely convinced.

There was nothing rational about that. “Tell me. Why do they think that I am this pure heart? My heart is far from it.” “Not pure in a literal sense. It just means that you’re not tainted by hate, jealousy, or lust. The seven deadly sins. I told you it’s a lot to explain.” Penny tilted her head to the side, watching him as he ran his hand through his thick, dark hair. “And you don’t want to explain it to me. Why?”

Just weight. Just intention.

John muttered while signing out of his account 'Jennith'. *** An annoyed girl stared at herself in the mirror, injuries again! Fuck this power! Fuck being a Pure! Fuck normals with their perfect life! Ahhh! Fuck her goddamn hair that always had to tangle up too! That's right, the user with the id the purest bitch was a Pure with the power of summoning, spirits, ghosts all sorts of things, she could summon all of 'em ever since she had awakened. She would be able to summon them and even sign an agreement with them, or make them her slaves if they weren't really strong but something happened.

Purity hissed, leaning forward, "but that means absolutely nothing. That mark won't activate or bind your souls until he has actually mated with you. And you know damn well he'll never touch you like that. You're just a political prisoner." I let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Is that so? What makes you so damn sure about that, Purity? Because let’s be real—if you were actually that confident about Adrian never mating with me, you wouldn't have sliced your own wrist open out of pure jealousy last night." Purity’s face instantly twisted into a hideous mask of pure, blinding fury. "You bitch!" she screamed. She lunged forward, raising her right hand high in the air, bringing it down fast to slap