Pureblood Sith Jedi Novels & Stories

I repeated. Hilra scoffed “Had I not known you since you were a neonate, I would have called you a fool. The master piece to your chess board is sitting directly under your nose and you wish to discard it? Xanthanius, son of Flutheria, use your senses!”

CANDIDATE NAME: MARCUS ODIN ABILITY : 100% INTELLIGENCE : 98% SELF DEFENCE : FIRE AND ICE TELEPORTATION : 80% ELECTRIC RESISTANCE : YES RANKING : PURE BLOODED TRASYKIAN "Woah!I can't believe this. Katty look!"Kavya was so amazed by Marcus' results. This was the first time seeing a Trasykian candidate's full identity. "Yes, I'm seeing. So he is pure blood Trasykian," Katty replied. "Pure blood?" Kavya was unfamiliar with this word. Maybe she has never heard this and never paid any attention to her parent's talks. And now she doesn't know anything.

They glared fiercely at him which for some reason made him shift around uncomfortably, yet he held his stance. “The thirteen tribes all gathered together in unison to watch as I end this pureblood,” my brows furrowed at his words, what did he mean by pureblood, who was a pureblood I wondered. As if by some silent signal between the women, they all began chanting together. It was the same rhythm and flow of sound and it just kept getting louder and louder. At first Demetrius was un phased, he even laughed at them. But then as the chanting got louder and the woman started moving closer to me in unison his eyes became wider and his jaw clenched as his body tensed,

I said, my tone coming off a bit too sharp, but in my defense, it was due to the fact that we had already wasted time, and I did not want us to waste anymore. We needed any intel we could get. I gave her a small smile, and attempt to feel homey, and for her to be comfortable. If she was shy, she could look at me as she spoke instead of awkwardly looking around. Thankfully, she caught the message and understood. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "The vampire… his name is Jafar. And apparently, he's… pureblood." A collective gasp filled the room. Pureblood vampires were almost unheard of, and it had been thousands of years since we saw one. At least, since the legends saw one.

Being one of the originals, it was a big deal which is why she had more options than most were allowed. You’ll probably hear a lot about pure bloods through this tale. It basically means that we never mixed with mortals. Our blood is old, powerful and untainted. I really don’t get into how that’s possible. More Hail’s cup of tea as he’s the Caretaker. Boiled down this simply means Hail is my right hand, and a historian slash advisor. Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on.

I mocked myself, saying that. Draven shook his head. "Not a chance. With this child in her womb, she will be treated like the goddess that could save the entire race." "What is so good about being pureblooded? Maybe it is time to give a chance to mix breeds… or humans with unusual abilities?" I chuckled while taking another sip of the delightful cognac. "I happen to have abilities that might have some value…" My voice finally cracked, as the heartache fought off the liquor running in my veins.

Castus stood up and walk to the door leading to the backyard "Should I come?" "Yes,Do you know anything about Navaehs?" He ask. " Yes, they're good people,they work with the mist,my mom was one"Castus look at her skeptically "She's dead, she was really a great one controlling mankind with the mist but the flaw was my father,he is a witch" " Do you know him?" "No,I never heard a thing about him" They arrive at the door,Karen open it and step back immediately "I don't think he's going to be okay,his blood is..."

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

It means you are becoming what you were always meant to be. I turn to the next page, and find an entry I hadn't read before: June 1, 2214 Your father is not just any Pure, my darling Lena. He is Jorah of the House of Silvercrest, direct descendant of the First Pack. The voice of command runs strong in his bloodline—the ability to compel obedience with mere words, to bend wills with a thought. It is a power meant for leaders, for those born to rule. In the old days, before the Great Divide, his ancestors were kings among our kind.

"Well, I have my own ways. And let's just say that I'm so intelligent to get those info easily." Based on his face now, I seem to have convinced him. "Okay. Listen carefully," I listened as he commanded. "I, James Devon Sherlock, the SSG President of Chicago University declare that Ms. Aurora Wade is now free from my commands." I was even surprised at what he did because he even raised his right hand as if swearing. What is he doing, anyway? Is this what he does when he frees his slave? He is so weird! For a moment I saw his brown eyes glow like a glowing gold. What is that ?!