Pureblood Sith Jedi Novels & Stories

“If you have the mark then surely no one can go against the Ancient One.” “Trust me. There are many who are trying to force him to pick another Beta by killing me.” “And why would they do that?” “Well, I’m not a pure-blood.” “And what is a pure-blood?” “Someone whose parents aren’t of the same kind, or tribe, as you would put it.” “And what is wrong with that?” I had to admit, her innocence was a beautiful thing; a breathe of fresh air. “The people that want to kill me have a deep sense of pride for their kind. They don’t want to see their blood mixed with others.”

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

"How did you get these pictures?" "Oh, from the different Nasaru bases around the world. Nasaru is kind of the ruling party for all these creatures, really old, run by sethians, the third ancient purebred. The purebreds include sethian, usemi, and akharu." He pointed to a human-looking soldier.

My baby has turned out to be a werewolf and somehow also a PureBlood at the same time. I smile as I take out the book of the PureBloods and hand it over to him. He takes the book and pretends to read it. As I look at him, I remember the saying that states that PureBloods are born when a great danger is about to befall the world and they come after every one thousand years. I can't help but wonder why my son has been born as a PureBlood before a thousand years are over. Whatever the case, I am ready to personally train him.

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

"I dunno, love. Maybe." "I seriously thought he was just blind drunk and blabbing nonsense." "So you don't know anything about purebloods?" Pure bloodlines? I stared at her face again with my hand resting on her warm thigh. "What's a pureblood?" "It's, uh..." Mykaela raised her arms and pressed her index fingers together. "When a child's parents have the same genetic abnormalities. Like Stefano and Eleana." "Wait. You mean, it's essentially just a genetic condition?"

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

I was in my chamber, but my Light spread through the bond, merging with Aiden's voice, giving it a resonance of prophecy. “Adrik’s betrayal is a dagger in the heart of our race,” Aiden began, his voice firm, without the hesitation of pain. “But we are not here to mourn losses or count sacrifices,” he continued, looking at the Alphas of the East and West, whose lands had been hardest hit. "We have heard the lies of the Purists. They speak of Pure Blood, of unblemished lineages. But their purity has brought death, fear, and collapse. We have seen what purity does: it sacrifices life for magic."

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.”