Novel & Cerita Pureblood Hermione

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I attended the Witch Covenant's mating ceremony, I saved a fallen vampire prince. To repay my debt, the prince, upon returning to his clan, immediately declared that I would be his future bride. A year later, I gave birth to a pureblood heir—the only successor of the entire vampire lineage. The prince was overjoyed. On the day of his coronation as King, he sealed a blood bond with me, declaring me his eternal companion and queen. From that moment, I was revered by all races. My sister, meanwhile, chose a powerful werewolf Alpha, only to fade into obscurity as one among his many lovers. Her jealousy of me spiraled into madness. During a full-moon ritual held by the witches, she pushed me into an abyss, leaving me to die from the fall. When I opened my eyes again, I saw her running toward the direction of the vampire prince's misfortune on the very day of the mating ceremony. I knew then: she, too, had been reborn. But what she didn't realize was this—becoming the prince's bride was easy. Winning his heart, bearing his child, now that was as impossible as climbing to the heavens.

Long ago Legends made flesh collided with the underworld as Dragons and werewolves went to war. In a battle that still rages today, the land was split and dragons took over the business world while werewolves controlled the underbelly and, as the years blended together two names emerged at the top of the shifter foodchain. Ragnar Dalgaard is the last of the pureblood dragonlords. In the business world, his company reigns supreme as it gobbles up the struggling businesses of lesser dragons. Hiding in plain sight amongst the humans, learning from their technology, and adapting their own, Dalgaard Industries is on the cusp of something big. Meanwhile deep in the crime world, Giovanni Lupo is the boogeyman amongst his peers. Sexy and ruthless, Gio and his cutthroat pack rule their world with an iron fist, but the werewolf wants more than slums and backstreets, he wants it all, and no one, neither beast nor human will stop him from getting it. When Charlotte Ren, a beautiful and highly intelligent scientist finds herself lost in the City, a chance encounter with the boogeyman and a job offer from a handsome stranger sets her on a path where old friends and sworn enemies come together in a supernatural clash of the titans, for the chance to win the heart of a human. But is Charlotte willing to let herself be the prize, and who says she has to choose just one of the men fighting for her favor?

The day I finally got the witch's potion to heal his wolf, I threw my arms around Ethan, trembling with excitement. "Your wolf can be healed. We can finally be together. Really together!" He clicked his tongue. "That eager to be marked?" I froze. What does that mean? Then laughter exploded from his phone. A group call, speaker on. "Ethan, she's even dumber than we thought! She actually went and found a cure so she could marry you. Just mark her already—she's desperate!" "Even if his wolf gets fixed, Sera's the one who deserves to be Luna. A pureblood, not some bastard whose mom slept her way into the family. How does she deserve to marry an Alpha?" Alpha? Luna? I stared at the man in front of me, the one who'd always seemed so fragile, whose wolf was supposedly so faint it could barely be sensed. He was the Alpha heir of our pack. And Sera was the stepsister who'd been bullying and tormenting me since middle school. Three years. All Ethan had to do was take a few scent-suppressing pills, and I'd fallen for every word. Everything he'd done was to keep Sera happy.

Cora was once the human ward of the Silver Moon Pack, a “charity case” tucked away in the shadows of a world ruled by predatory shifters. For five years, she shared a secret, soul-deep bond with Silas Vane, the powerful Alpha-Heir who promised her a future beyond her servant-class status. On the night of his coronation, Cora discovers she is pregnant with Silas’s heir—a miracle she believes will finally bridge the gap between their worlds. However, the dream is shattered when Silas publicly announces his betrothal to Lady Elara, a Pureblood Luna, to solidify his political power. When Cora confronts him, he ruthlessly dismisses their five-year history as a mere “distraction,” ordering her to remain in the servant’s wing and never speak of their past. Realizing that Silas would likely seize her child while keeping her in a gilded cage—or worse—Cora decides to die so that she can finally live. Years later, when a chance introduction forces them face-to-face, Cora must maintain her mask against Silas’s predatory instincts. Though her appearance is altered and her scent chemically suppressed, the raw, visceral hatred in her eyes captures Silas’s attention. Suspecting that the “ghost” of his past is standing right in front of him, Silas begins a lethal game of cat-and-mouse. Cora must now protect her son and her secrets from a King who has realized that the woman he erased was never truly gone.

I am a pureblood succubus. Every seven days, desire consumes me. Stuart Newlin always complained that I clung to him too much, that I distracted him from his grand ambitions. Then, at the peak of my heat, when I needed him most, he blew me off. He chose to go to his female friend's prenatal appointment instead. The thing is, a succubus can't survive without being fed. Without that energy, that devotion… I wither. Unfortunate as it was to fall into the hands of a neglectful master, I had no choice but to seek another. My new keeper bore the bloodline of the Black Serpent. He had double the virility. Night and day, he poured himself into me. He worked tirelessly; I was more than satisfied. So when Stuart showed up with a massive bouquet of red roses, hoping to coax me back, what greeted him was the sight of me, flushed and glowing, curled up in another man's arms. His eyes burned with rage as he went mad, smashing everything in the house, raging that I was unfaithful, that I dared take another man to my bed. Smiling, I leaned into my new master's embrace and introduced them. "Let me make the introductions. You two have more in common than you think. After all, I've slept with both of you."

The city lights of Valenfort burned bright against the suffocating dark like a gem tainted by blood. Beneath that glittering surface lay nameless alleys where the scent of iron and the echoes of screams intertwined into a symphony of hell. No one remembered the last time they saw a real sunrise for this city had long belonged to the night. Evelyn Cross , a fourth-generation vampire hunter of the secretive order known as The Order of the Thorn , was born in blood and sworn to die for her mission. She had once watched her father torn apart by a pureblood vampire, a creature so fearsome that humans dared only whisper its name in prayer. Since that day, Evelyn lived like a blade cold, unfeeling, and driven by the hunt. Until she met Lucien Draven , the Blood King of Valenfort who ruled the shadows with a calm smile and eyes that could stop a heartbeat. Lucien did not kill Evelyn upon their first encounter. Instead, he saved her from the very comrades who had betrayed her. A vampire saving a hunter such a thing had never happened in the history of either world. Evelyn despised him… yet could not kill him. Lucien desired her… yet knew his love was her death sentence. In Valenfort, a war of blood is rising. The ancient vampire houses are clawing for dominance, while the hunters’ order fractures under betrayal and deceit. Amidst gunfire, betrayal, and desire, Blood War is not merely a battle between species but between the heart and fate itself. “In the world of darkness, truth isn’t written in ink… but in blood.”

“Your father’s debt is now yours to pay,” he said. The words were quiet, but they hit like a hammer. “Whether you like it or not, it’s either you serve me or you die.” Santa Griffin has always lived life on his own terms, bold, flirtatious, and unapologetically reckless. But when his father is found dead under suspicious circumstances, Santa is dragged into the shadowy world of the Otho family, the most powerful clan of vampires in the city. There, he learns the truth: his father’s debt has fallen onto him, and Lord Perth Otho demands repayment in the most terrifying way possible. Forced into servitude, Santa becomes Perth’s personal slave. But what begins as a cruel punishment twists into something far more dangerous. Perth toys with him mercilessly, savoring his defiance, but beneath the ruthless control lies an attraction neither can deny. As tensions rise, Santa is caught in a deadly web. Perth is bound by duty to marry the pureblood ed vampire, Xedra, a union that could secure power for the vampire elite. But when vampire hunters launch a brutal attack, Santa risks everything to save the very man he swore to hate, setting into motion a chain of events that will change everything. But when the hunters strike and their leader is revealed to be Santa’s long-lost mother, vengeance and blood ties collide. Caught between the woman who gave him life and the vampire who now owns his heart, Santa must decide where he truly belongs, because in a world ruled by darkness, love itself could be his undoing.

You should have died along with your friend. Because even if you live, you will never belong anywhere." Zach’s words were cold and final. Bernice gritted her teeth. "You're wrong! I survived because I was meant to! And I will keep surviving!" * On prom night, Bernice and her best friend were attacked by a savage beast. Her friend didn’t make it. Bernice did. But something changed. Her senses sharpened, her strength grew, and an unfamiliar instinct awakened within her. She wasn’t just recovering—she was transforming. Into a werewolf. Then came Zachary, the enigmatic new transfer student who seemed to know more than he let on. He pulled Bernice into a hidden world she never knew existed—the world of werewolves. But there was no place for her there. She wasn’t pureblood, nor was she hybrid. Bernice was an unknown. At the werewolf academy, Bernice was outcast, unwelcome. But she refused to bow, determined to uncover the truth and avenge Sara, the friend she lost. Yet, being divergent made her something else—something dangerous. It drew the attention of three powerful Alpha heirs: the cold and calculating Zach, the fierce and loyal Genesis, and the charming yet ruthless Jasher. They were bound to her, unable to resist the pull. But as Bernice faces their relentless pursuit, an even darker truth emerges—the wolf that turned her wasn’t just any wolf. It was an ancient, deadly Alpha. And it was watching and waiting. With three Alphas ready to fight for her, will Bernice be strong enough to take down the monster that started it all? And when the time comes to be crowned Luna, who will she choose?

Athena Moonville is the daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Moon Stone Pack. She may not be able to shift as yet but her life is still perfect. She has perfect grades and the perfect boyfriend. Everything seems to be on track until she catches her boyfriend Nate sleeping with her best friend Lia. Heartbroken and angry she runs out into the rain, cursing herself for not seeing the signs of betrayal sooner. That's when she witnesses her parents getting killed by rogues. Before they take their last breaths, her parents tell her not to trust anyone, not even the werewolves from her pack. Now angry and alone, Athena sets off into the woods. She travels for hours until she comes upon a cottage deep in the forest, but before she can enter she collapses from hunger and dehydration.  ********** Alpha Xavier Pureblood is the leader of the Midnight Pack. He is arrogant and hard-headed but very protective. When the elders tell him that the pack needs a Luna to make their pack stronger, he gets angry, since these same elders told him to reject his fated mate years ago because she wasn't from an alpha bloodline.  Frustrated and with his wolf, Exodus at the surface he transforms and runs to Scarlet, his ex-mate's cottage. There he stumbles across a girl passed out on the forest floor. He scoops her up and immediately feels a connection. He finds it weird she doesn't have a scent but his wolf doesn't care, he vows to protect this mysterious beauty at all costs, not knowing she is the wolf from his favourite story as a child, The Legend Of The Arctic Wolf. 

Everyone knew that Alpha Eric loved his human Luna above all else. Every full moon, his wolf went into a frenzy. He needed to having sex with mate to relieve the agony. But as a human, I couldn't withstand his Alpha power. So, every month, he sent me to a cabin at the foot of the mountain. He would always say tenderly, "I'm afraid I'll lose control and hurt you. I don't want you to see me like a monster." Every she-wolf in the Pack envied me for having such a devoted Alpha. I used to think so, too. Until I traded ten years of my life with the Witch for Moonlight Herb—a rare herb capable of soothing an Alpha's full moon frenzy. I stood outside the bedroom door, only to hear him having sex with Victoria, the Beta's daughter. "Alpha... aren't I better than that fragile human?" Victoria cooed. "Can she even handle you?" "Shut up! Don't talk about her!" Eric growled from inside. "Finish and get out. Don't be here when she gets back." I froze. It turned out that for the past two years, he had found a better antidote for every full moon. After that night, Victoria fell pregnant with pureblood Alpha twin heirs. He explained to me, guiltily and cautiously, "My mother used IVF to get Victoria pregnant. As soon as the babies are born, I'll send her away. We can raise them together, okay?" I smiled and nodded. Then, I turned around, threw the Moonlight Herb into the trash can, and made a call. "Pick me up in two days." But the moment I left, the powerful Alpha went mad.