Pure Vessel Novels & Stories

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

"Send it over." A document and three audio clips dropped into my inbox a few seconds later. I tapped the first clip. Vivian's voice came out of it, low and confidential. "Nina, don't worry. As long as you secure Marcus, everything the Sterling family owns will eventually be yours. As for Penny… I have plenty of ways to get rid of her." If I had only heard the recordings, I might not have fully understood. After all, Nina had lived in the Sterling family for over a decade. Even if she was not related by blood, it was not impossible for Vivan to favor her.

"What trade?" "Your granddaughter. The abomination. Give her to me, and I'll leave the rest alone. Your pack. Your family. Your perfect little life." Vesna smiled, and it was like watching ice crack. "I'll raise her right. The way Mother would have. Make her empty enough to hold the Pure properly. They're not gone, you know. Just scattered. Waiting. They need a proper vessel, and that baby is perfect for it." "Never."

The second pose showed the model hugging his thighs in an M-shape. The third pose showed the model crouching over in bed, tongue half out. I followed every pose for the first eight photos. However, I found myself getting stuck at the ninth and final photo. The final pose showed the model wearing a mix of emotions on his face, somewhere between pain and pleasure. He was obviously aroused, and there was also a spurt of white coming from his lower half, forming a perfect semi-circle. I slowly tugged down the elastic band of my thong in shame.

Relief flooded me so hard my knees nearly gave out. “Hey,” he said softly when he saw me. “I’m okay.” I rushed to his side anyway, gripping his hand. “You scared me.” “I know,” he murmured. The doctor entered moments later, holding a clipboard. His expression was serious, professional. “We ran additional tests,” he said. “And the results are consistent with what we found last time.” Damon stiffened. “The poison?” “Yes,” the doctor replied. “It’s a chemical compound called Pure. Highly toxic in its undiluted form. In small doses, it causes dizziness, fainting, cardiac irregularities.”

"Swoosh!" Zephyr Khan's eyes flickered as he turned to look at a certain part of the ore! One could see that a portion of the ore in this ocean of pneuma was purer than other ores. This portion of pure ore was a true treasure that could condense a soul essence! At the same time, around this portion of pure ore. It seemed to contain an incomparably large amount of heaven and earth primordial energy, as though it was protecting them from being affected by outsiders.

Celestial energy, which was in reality not much different from solar power, was just an upgraded version of it. The white-bearded guy who called himself Pure sat on a tall stool by a small table on which a map of Gradual was spread open. On the sofa, behind him, the other nine sat and chatted happily among themselves. Despite heading toward danger, there was no gloom in the atmosphere. One of the girls got up with a bottle in her hand and walked around the sofa before approaching Pure's table. "Any message from Primal Purity?" She asked. "Mhhhmm" Pure replied absentmindedly. Hearing the sound of a bottle opening he looked up at the bottle in the girl's hand and then at her face.

“What do you mean?” Elias looked up at him— And for half a second, Alexander saw it: A flicker. A spark. The real Elias. Then it vanished— smothered by the golden energy flooding his eyes. Cassandra swallowed hard. “He’s become the purge vessel.” Lena stared at Cassandra, horrified. “Explain. NOW.” Cassandra stood, every movement cautious and calculated. “The purge has two states: A weapon…” She motioned to Lena. “…or a vessel.”

ALMA’S POV One man stepped forward, holding a bottle of wine. He tilted it slowly, pouring a dark red stream into the hollow of my belly button, letting it trickle lower, down over the lips of my pussy, across the curve of my ass. The liquid stung at first—sharp, foreign—before melting into warmth that made me arch against the velvet.