Novel & Cerita Pureblood Heartless

The gold liquid didn't just sit there; it began to glow and cast a strange, ethereal light onto the faces of the Council. Elder Silas let out a sharp breath, reaching out, his fingers hovering over the basin. “By the Great Wolf,” he whispered. “What is it?” Luciano demanded, stepping forward, his brow furrowed. “Is there a contaminant? A curse?” Silas turned his sightless eyes toward me, and for the first time, I saw something that looked like genuine shock. “This is no contaminant,” Silas said, with a trembling voice. “She carries the Lumina marker. The Pure-Blood Royal strain of the Northern Highlands.”

he says and turn to me " I'm really sorry Princess, it wasn't my intention." Now everything cme back to me, how Chels came in and rushed back out and the fact that I drink his blood from his wrist. It took me some minutes to regain my full concentration but my mind is still swirling. Is that how he feel? Is he really that hurt?That sorry? What should I do ? Am I ready to enter the beasts Cave? " Isabella please talk to me?" Felix says and I look at him but I can't say anything as I open and close my mouth like a fish gasping for water.

"Stop calling me that." "I can't. It's who you are." He killed the headlights, plunging us into darkness on the side of the deserted road leading to the Pepperwell forest. "You need to understand what you are. You aren't just a Lycan. You are a Pureblood. The daughter of the Lycan King Gregorius and my sister, Elizabeth."

“What did you do?” He hesitates. “She was just half a Greyheart. I want you to know she gave herself willingly. I didn’t force her, and I won’t force you.” “What did you do?” I whisper, my voice creaking. “We found a priestess. We bathed The Towers in Greyheart blood. It sent out a… shockwave that killed the triad’s enemies.” I nod. “And that… that fixed things?” “Yes.” His voice is low, barely a whisper. “I have no one else. I’ve been over this and over this. I would sacrifice your father a hundred times over before you, but… he’s the only pureblood left, and he-”

I’m not in the mood to fall prey to a pure-blood just to satisfy Eyla’s fantasies. I let my head fall back. “What kind of research have you done?” “Admittedly, nothing…” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. Pure-bloods, created with the purpose of balancing nature, are the personification of everything that entails living. Seven Sins and Seven Virtues. I have my theories of which pure-blood lives up here, if any, and they aren't a Virtue. “For a girl so willing to seduce one, you don’t know an awful lot," I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock.

That strange name made Brawen's heart clench. Swallowing his tears, Brawen looked him straight in the eyes and softly said, "I... don't want to leave you... Owen." Hearing this quote from the girl he loves, who can hold back that happiness. But in this case, that sentence was like a knife piercing his heart. Owen let go of Brawen, however, immediately, he turned into a bunch of ropes that tied Brawen, fixed small on the wall. "Have you ever wondered, why is a pureblood like me in the human world? Have you always wondered why I forced you to be a vampire to learn the skills of a vampire? Hunter right? I'll tell you now."

His words were curt, and hit the old man right where it hurt her. Sylvia gasped in shock before recovering from it. Keeping her poised stance, she mumbled, "I want a grandchild who's related to me by blood. You should know better than anyone else that I don't even consider them my children. How can I accept their blood?" She shifted his eyes towards her plate once she was done stating the obvious. "You haven't changed one bit." Claude shook his head as a helpless sigh escaped through his lips before he pursed them together. "I so wish Dad was here today…." He gave his head another shake before walking up away from the dining hall.

Steven said to Danica. "Are you really that heartless towards me?" she tearfully scolded the young man. "I want to be with my son." Steven said in a monotone voice. "And me? How about me when you're with them, especially with that woman who uses her body to get you?!" she asked the young man aloud. "Nicole has amnesia and only you can help her regain her memory." He averted his eyes from her, he didn't want to see her pain.

Amari Fleur's POV "Zephanie Cortez, daughter of Zerina Cortez, who is considered the heiress of the Cortez-Buenaflor family, is confirmed to be Cy Veron's daughter. I also learned that Mr. Veron is one of the partners of A&A Guevarra." I raised my eyebrows at what the investigator said. I would like to know if Timotheo Buenaflor knows about this. Indeed, I will find out about it soon.

My knees are getting weak and my palms are trembling just by hearing his voice. “Yeah, I also didn’t expect to see you here. I see, you’re spoiling your new toy,” Lurcos responded in a much cold tone. He has changed his tone from a sweet one to a cold and serious one My uncle let out a devious laugh. “You know me, I love all of them fairly.” The girl he is with is not saying anything, she’s probably not even offended with what he just said. Probably because she likes being toyed and loves the money he’s pouring on her head.