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However, as I look around the pit and take in all the blood and the strange stuff, something occurs to me. This doesn’t look like the work of a Lycan. Or at least, not a pure-blooded Lycan. “Arya?” I hazard, looking at her as she stares at the mess. “Does Arthur have witch blood?” She stops and keeps quiet for a while, then she shakes her head. “They’re a family of Lycans. They’re from an old pure-blooded family who inherited the duke position for generations.” I nod. “Well, I think it would be fairly safe to say that this is the work of a witch or someone with witch blood.”

“Speaking of queens… who are they? Really?” The room went quiet for a beat. Jax pushed off the wall, grabbed a protein bar from his desk, and tossed one to me without asking. “Fine. Crash course. They’re the purebloods who stuck around after the Thirteen Families bailed. Each one’s got powers no normie vamp has—old bloodlines, war heroes, all that. They don’t just rule the school; they own it.”

I stared at her, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. Witches and wizards. High-born sorcerers. They weren't like us. Apart from Scarlet and Morgathis—who I knew were the last of their specific magical bloodlines—and Joel, whose elven family had perished in Theandor, I had never seen a concentrated court of magic like this.

"Was it your family?" "No. Those who were killed were purebloods. We are hybrids, chosen for our powers—and that’s it. We are on top because we are wolves and children of a war goddess, defending our species from a war that followed us to this place, where our pack is silently suffering from the mass killings of sorcerers." As Maya listened to this story, she felt as if something didn’t fit. As if she knew something… but wasn’t sure what was really happening. Because something was interfering.

Charlotte found this silence peaceful and closed her eyes to sleep. ... “Hurry up, Move!” In the middle of the night, rattling of chains, screeching of old cages and yelps of little girls abruptly woke her up. Soon, her cage was opened too and they were dragged to a room behind the stage. From the scents, it was evident that most of buyers were Royals as well as Velenos, the most prestigious pure blood family after Royals. Pure blood Vampires were divided into four families: Royals, Velenos, Venatores and Lyns. Charlotte’s father told her that they belong to Lyns family, the lowest ranking one.

“We found a lot of papers up there. Andy is going to go through all of it when he gets home. But there was a folder with our papers; it belongs to a Harry Pugh. Does that ring a bell ?” “No. Do you think he has anything to do with us ?” “We are not the only shifters dad. There are others out there, but they are different from us”. Andreas says. “Our family has two different genes for lycanthropy and so does this Harry guy”. “And only our family has that ?”

“What exactly do you mean by sired Pureblood?” He gave me a small smile and gestured for me to walk with him. “A sired Pureblood is one who was turned by one of the original vampires who first grace the earth. My adoptive father and the first king of the vampires, King Ambrose was an original vampire and he sired my brothers and I, granting us Pureblood and royalty status.” I knew the Purebloods were different from normal vampires. From the auctions I had attended at the shop, they were held in the highest esteem by the other vampires. They had their own special VIP areas at the auction.

She pleaded with puppy dog eyes, pouting and batting her eyelashes. "An half blood is a human-turned vampire, they're at the bottom of hierarchy in our clan and are seen as vermins with tainted blood. During a certain time in history halfbloods were denied certain rights like mating a pureblood or owning pets, they were even slaves to higher ranking vampires but as the world evolved, some of those laws were abolished." He sighed but continued on, "a pureblood is at the top of the hierarchy. A pureblood is born, not turned. Hence the name."

He couldn’t keep forgetting her in each life. He, Azael Alarico De Leon, was the first vampire to manifest in her kingdom, in their first life. In that life, he was the little lonely boy, bullied and scorned, regarded by all as the sole error in an otherwise perfect world, while she was the holy maiden, worshiped and revered throughout the kingdom. If he was darkness, then she was light. He was known as the ‘evil egg,’ bred from darkness. A child born from the crack of a dark egg, with no origin or lineage.

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.”