Pureblood Heartless Novels & Stories

But while I was walking, there's also someone following me. My heart pounding so fast and my sweat started to wet my shirt and my whole body. I’m also now trembling in fear that maybe the person following me is someone I dreamed of. The man bit my neck and sucked my blood as if it was still delicious. I walked even faster but my chest was pounding just as fast. As if drumming with extreme nervousness.

Lucas sighed, wondering why they were all courting their death. "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" Lucas wielded the Immemorial Dragon Sword Embryo and slashed three times in a row. Three strong and capable and supreme sword rays flew out. "Ahhh!!!" In an instant, more than five hundred people fell into a pool of blood. ... The vice-leader of Heartless Mountain and the others were all terrified. "I'll give you one more chance. Tell me where the Sacred Elixir is," said Lucas indifferently as he looked at the vice-leader of Heartless Mountain.

Lulla's gaze was filled with longing and hope as she tried to open the door that separated Lulla from the room Ullric occupied. Little did Lulla know that her voice was making Ullric's emotions even more unstable after that. Ullric's emotional instability was triggered mainly because his instincts wanted him to continue marking Lulla after what happened to the girl. Purebloods seemed to tend to be possessive to an extreme degree of their mates. The moment Ullric discovered that Lulla had been touched by someone else, his heart kept screaming for Ullric to immediately erase those dirty traces, even if he had to hurt Lulla in the process.

Funny how life works. With my head against his chest, I can faintly hear the thudding of his heart, and it confuses me even more that his heart is even beating. Not only that but the slow rise and fall of his chest indicates that he’s actually breathing. Do Purebloods have a different working anatomy than turned vamps? Well, the fact that Gabriel’s fangs are different from theirs, I would say so.

she asked. Hyperion sighed heavily. "The heart of a Pure Blood is a key component in the Ritual of Convergence. It serves as a catalyst, binding the merged bloodlines together. It's a sacrifice of the purest essence, an offering that seals the union between the two bloodlines." Seraphina's expression shifted from shock to concern. "And you... you're a Pure Blood, aren't you?" Hyperion nodded solemnly. "Yes, I am. That's why I fear that Deucalion's ultimate goal is to use my heart in the ritual. It's a powerful and dark magic, and he likely believes that it would make him nearly unstoppable."

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument. "Look here uh…" "Prince Syre," he smirked. "Whatever," I snapped, "uh, What are you, like twelve?-" "I'm fourteen," he frowned. "I think I know more about anything than you could possibly ever try to-" "Well, then I suppose you know that Female Purebloods are killed at birth, by law they are not allowed to live," he trailed off looking at me, "They are known to be weak."

“Our leader, Julia. But even she is not a Pureblood.” Debbys words repeated in my ears like a whisper of a ghost. “You are a pureblood”. I blinked at him, confused by his words. “What’s the difference between a True-Blood and a Pureblood?” Martin smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “A Pureblood Cupbearer is a myth, a legend. None have existed for centuries. Julia, as a True-Blood, is the closest we’ve come to that level of power. She is our guiding light, our protector.”

"We can't kill him!" Damn, Dean had never seen a pureblood vampire before, a true immortal they were impervious to death even by beheading or magical weapon. "We need to remove his heart from his body!" Lachie yelled. "Quickly!" Dean baulked, as Lachie looked at his arm meaningfully. Dean grit his teeth and stepped up to the vampire, lifting his formidable clawed hand. The vampire locked eyes with him, hatred filling his glare as he bared his teeth. Dean drove his hand into the vampire's chest, cracking through ribs easily and tearing them away as the vampire screamed, not in pain but in fury. Blood sprayed out everywhere as Dean exposed the chest cavity and then grabbed a hold of the vampir

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."