Pureblood Sith Jedi Novels & Stories

"You just choked me with your mind, and I'm a pureblood." "And..." "And no one can inflict powers on purebloods other than other purebloods, or those with power from other realms,” Sinful explains, making it sound like I’m stupid, which maybe I am. He steps forward again, but Cian shakes his head, warning him. I don’t know what I would do without him here. I’m sure Sinful would have killed me by now...

I asked. “We will go to the person who took Mayari and we will ask him nicely where he took your sister,” Aunt Kyndra said with a smile. Shaun hissed. “That cold-blooded bastard?” he asked. Aunt Kyndra nodded. “Yes, that bastard. But there is one correction, he is not a coldblood. He's a pureblood,” she said. The four guys were obviously surprised by what Aunt Kyndra had said. “He is a pureblood!” Shaun exclaimed, a mixture of amazement and irritation in his voice. “Now he just officially became more annoying,” he added.

He said "Says who?" I asked him. "True-bloods are half-breeds, a mix of hunters and humans, but you can’t appreciate that since you are a Lesser hunter. Before the birth of the hunters with magic, Hunters mainly consisted of half-breeds, half-humans and Werewolves. Bloodlines more powerful and superior to yours. Bloodlines strong enough to effect change and command respect. Bloodlines of pure hunter royalty, something the magic in your blood can never afford you, Longer life and unimaginable strength." I said, and he let out a low human growl.

“How many Sanguinari have you met?” I catch the meaning right away. “You mean… their father is..?” Mandy nods. “But I should not be this big,” I say quickly. “It has only been two weeks.” “The size could be because you're expecting multiples,” Mandy replies. “And with purebloods, the rules don’t always apply. There hasn’t been a pureblood birth in almost four hundred years.” The room stills again. “But Betty always said it was impossible” I whisper. “A human cannot carry a pureblood child…” My voice shakes. “She would not survive. She said that there is only one pureblood. The Vampire King.”

It occurs only in those who carry the direct, unpolluted bloodline of the First Mother. I wasn't just a girl from a minor pack. I wasn't just a mother to Kael’s heir. I was a source of ancient, raw power. I was a "Pure Blood," a rare vessel that could be used to channel the Goddess's energy. I turned the page and saw a hand-drawn illustration. It was the Moonspire Ruins. In the center was a stone altar, and carved into the side of the altar was a symbol: a child being born under a black sun.

she asked. Everette shoulders seemed to straighten with pride as she answered "A pureblood is a werewolf born of parents who are both werewolves. Regardless of their ranks, their blood is pure and they possess all the physical and intellectual attributes of a werewolf, their blood untainted and more superior."

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

Damien chipped in with urgency in his voice. I exhaled sharply and was lost in my thoughts over his point of view. However, I didn't see it that way. I felt Jeremy was overprotective, and that had limited me from attaining some ranks as a pureblood. It was a shame for a pureblood to be defeated by a witch. It was a thing that shouldn't happen. Before now, I had read in the pack library the power, and command a pureblood have. As a pureblood, there shouldn't be anything that could defeat me except the Moon goddess. This wasn't my skill, but it was the ability the Moon goddess gave to me from above.

Rae Frank Rivers. The name remained on the screen, black letters against faded paper. For thirteen years, he had existed only as a shadow buried beneath memories I could not reach. Now he had a place in an official ledger, marked beside a symbol Jesse recognized. My father had not disappeared from history. Someone had recorded exactly where he belonged. “What does Pureblood mean?” I asked. Jesse’s fingers remained still above the tablet. “It was a movement made up of families from several packs. They believed bloodlines weakened whenever wolves bonded with humans or mixed-blood descendants.”