Pureblood Sith Jedi Novels & Stories

My daughter would be distraught if Derrick's pill did not heal her but instead worsened her illness. Feeling doubtful, Old Master Stanford turned to Jonathan and could not help but ask, "Doctor Yondu, what do you think?" Immediately, Selina also turned to Jonathan. Jonathan pondered that and stared at the Pure Blood Pill held in Darryl's hand. Confused, he said, "Please forgive me for my ignorance. This is my first time hearing about the Pure Blood Pill, but that pill is fragrant, and it doesn't look like it contains poison." Then, he looked at Selina and said, "Young Miss, I think you can try it."

“A hybrid—a hybrid—allowed into the Trials? This is treachery and it's not allowed! Do you understand what you've allowed into our ranks.” “Calm yourself, Branik,” came Elder Syra’s voice, cooler but no less biting. “You were cheering when he brought down your favored champion. You didn’t seem concerned about bloodlines then.” Branik scoffed. “I was under the impression he was vetted. Vetted properly. That he was one of us.” “Stop acting like you care, Elder Branik. You praised him when he brought down your favorite. Now you bite your tongue because his blood isn’t pure enough?" Elder syra rolled her eyebrow

"I seriously thought he was just blind drunk and blabbing nonsense." Yikes. We were going down a rabbit hole I wasn't sure we could dig ourselves out of...and I absolutely didn't want to keep talking about his brother and Stefano's depraved pastimes. Eww. "So you don't know anything about purebloods?" Enzo blinked at me while his warm hand palmed my thigh. "What's a pureblood?" "It's, uh... When a child's parents have the same genetic abnormalities. Like Stefano and Eleana."

“I’m not a pure Nine Tails! I am a human! Who says I have to kneel when I meet you? Besides, I think your bloodline is not nobler than mine. Who knows if you are an impostor?” “Impudent!” A half white half purple tail popped out of her back with a swish. She said arrogantly, “Do you see it? My bloodline is half-purple. Only we, the noble Nine Tails royalties, will possess such a bloodline among the Nine Tails tribe. Open your eyes wide. Can you see it clearly? Why don’t you immediately kneel down and pay respects to me after taking a clear look? Do you understand?! Otherwise, I’ll sever your tail!”

“She fell in love. She tried to dismantle the Black Scepter from the inside. I gave her mercy.” “You murdered her.” “No. I set her free.” Yujin touched her head. “You’re so much more like me than her. Fire in your spine, poison in your heart. I see it, the desire to rule.” “I’m nothing like you.” “Oh, but you are. And Jian—” her eyes flicked to him—“is the key to all of it.” “Why?” Jian voiced out. “Because your blood was mixed with hers before you were even born. Your fathers made a pact. A child of union, bound to a child of legacy. That’s you two.”

jasmine. ​"The 'Neural-Grid' of the station is failing," Sophia’s voice whispered through Kaelen’s earpiece. She was relaying from the Vane’s Legacy II, her consciousness acting as a buffer between the ship’s Aether-core and the station’s dying mainframe. "Kaelen, be careful. The 'Pure-Bloods' in this sector haven't seen a human with a 'Null-Link' in fifty years. To them, you aren't a liberator. You’re a Ghost."

The shriek across the rooftops wasn’t loud—it was thin, sharp, metallic, like the sound of a blade slicing cleanly through steel. But it carried weight, enough to reverberate through the air, enough to stop Adrian mid-breath. Emily didn’t know what it meant, but the way Adrian’s body went rigid told her everything she needed to know. Another pureblood was near. The terrified slave collapsed completely, forehead pressed to the ground. His voice shook so violently the words barely came out. “You don’t understand—she’s worse than him—worse—she—”

“You’re making it sound so scary … and dangerous. I feel like … I don’t want to find it anymore.” “You shouldn’t worry yourself, My Prince, for you are the one … the rightful wielder of the sword,” Jade said. “You are the promised prince who has pure Aragon Blood … unlike Terrowin.” Arth showed him a puzzled look. “What do you mean? It’s like you’re saying he doesn’t have Aragon blood. I thought he and my father are brothers?”

At this time, Roman of the Purevoid Sect stood up and comforted him, "Chin up, Oskar. I'm sure you've noticed that our Purevoid Sect has also lost a prodigy." His most promising disciple, Soran, who was a born swordsman, had yet to show up either.

They were certain that Eliijah was a pureblood like them, but he didn’t belong to any of the original bloodlines despite being one of the older purebloods left. Most of the original purebloods had chosen to die after a few years of living such an idle life. Boredom eventually got them, and they chose to die instead of living longer. But their descendents don’t think the same. Instead of living idly by after discovering phenomenal things about their kind and making sure that their kind goes on, then just choosing to die, their descendants chose to know more and more about the world.