Pureblood Sith Jedi Novels & Stories

Well he didn’t know where he stood. And neither didn’t they. He was told time and time again that purebloods were still a fascination to them and that whatever powers he had, if he even had any, were out of their forte and so they just stuffed him with any and everything possible. With learning magic to wielding a spear or sword to hand-to-hand combat. Who knew where he’d strike gold. From what they had mentioned, the pureblood was supposed to have some defence mechanism built in him to deflect from possible danger but god knows how, where and when that was supposed to happen.

"I don’t look like Rhye. I'm not... not... pure. Just an ordinary wolf warrior in four." "I don’t know what you mean by ‘pure,’ but you don’t look like Rhye now, so I didn’t expect you would unglamored." Joseph shifted on his feet, the tip of his tongue peeking out to briefly play with one of his lip rings before he answered, "Pure-blooded... are ancient... The most powerful of our kind, Lycans; they have magic in them…just like Rhye, he had so many abilities and could wield magic."

She pushed her can of drink around in the small puddle of condensation on the bar. "What rank were your parents?" Sapphira froze, the question catching her off-guard. "Oh, I don't know my biological parents." The lie fell off her tongue smoothly as she met Kate's curious look. "I see, so you have no idea what rank your mate might be. I've seen your wolf, though, and she looks strong."

he said "Oh okay"I said,thank God "You can proceed"dad instructed as he started to chant,hmm "She has a pureblood"the priest said,dad and Alec looked so shocked,Lemuel just looked.that sounded so familiar,so very familiar, someone always told me that "What?a pureblood??,is that even possible?"dad asked "Ever heard of a pureblood?"Alex asked "Um,yeah,I think so,when I was little,mum always told me I had a pureblood line in me,she stopped telling me as I grew older,I didn't know what it meant"I said

But underneath that beauty was something cruel. ‘So the Pureblood beings can live longer as humans?” I said quietly. Maureen didn’t answer, but I could feel her agreement. It was a quiet pulse in the back of my mind, and full of restrained rage. The spiritual water wasn’t some miracle cure for drunkenness. It was put there to eradicate half-bloods like me. I stared at the basin one last time, then turned away. The shine of it followed me as though it was still waiting for me to turn my back and drink it foolishly.

fast asleep. And as the golden light faded, he was certain he heard a whisper, not in his ears, but in his very bones: "Wake..." He turned to Elara. "What is a Pure Blood Call? What did I actually do?" Elara looked grave. "It’s an emergency ritual that can only be performed by a direct bloodline Guardian to summon... a higher ley line sentinel. But that was supposed to be a myth. A power that was meant to stay dormant." "A higher ley line sentinel?" Siron repeated.

Lukas announced, his eyes blazing with triumph, "until you cleanse yourselves of the half-breed's stain." "You... you..." My father staggered to his feet, his body swaying. Suddenly, he clutched his chest, his face turning deathly pale. "Father!" I rushed to catch him, feeling his Alpha spirit shatter. A pureblood's power comes from the purity of their bloodline. The accusation of betraying it was tearing him apart from the inside. "Take… take me home…" he gasped. I brought my father back to our pack lands. "Kristina, how is Father?"

I said. “He was likely just a follower,” Amara replied. There was a lash of anger in her voice—or maybe even jealousy. “They don’t have pure blood. They may carry traces of magic, but it’s nothing close to what’s needed for high magic. Only pure bloods can achieve that.” “Pure bloods,” I repeated slowly. “Like Christine and Jasper?” Amara nodded, like I was finally getting the picture. “Full-blooded siblings.” I tried not to react outwardly to the comment. It made sense as to why they were so confused by their flaws. If they understood genetics even a little bit, maybe they would understand their “curse” for what it truly was.

"Do you think we're idiots boy? Or were born yesterday? There's a turning of humans, something that can only be done by a Pureblood, of which you both are the only known residents of this place and you want us to consider someone else" "Well forgive me for assuming you'd be much wiser than you are" "Know your place boy" "No, I think you should know yourselves. An idiotic sock such as you all that have been around for hundreds of years are still no wiser than a caterpillar in a spiders web thinking it wants to be friends" I replied solemly. "Like you said, we are the only known Purebloods, that doesn't mean there doesn't exist another. And why would either my brother or I turn humans knowing

"I am not breaking up with you." I fought the tears that was threatening to spill. "Then what are trying to say then?" He sighed then stared straight into my eyes. "The punishment for such crime is harsh. For Alerians, its life imprisonment. For Purebloods, its..."he hesitated, not really sure if I wanted to hear it. "What?" I croaked out. "What is the punishment for purebloods?" He closed his eyes as he struggled to speak. "Life deprivation. They'll bury me alive and deprive me of blood till I'm dry as a husk," he said in a shaky voice. "It's worst than death itself."