Pureblood Sith Jedi Novels & Stories

I ask so full of questions than I had before all of this. “Sired means that said person feels like they owe you a debt of gratitude and will do anything you ask because they believe it will please you and you share a bond like no other, It’s said to be the Vampire equivalent to Werewolf Mate bonds I guess. But only the first of the bloodline can create purebloods.” She looks at me waiting for me to put the pieces together. When I finally click I stand up and push the book away, “I am the first of my kind, a pureblood, so that means Zane is one of my soldiers?” I ask her and she just nods.

"Do you know who I am?" "You're a pure-blood, that's all that matters! I don't need to know who you are!" Cain said, and Nadja pressed his lips into a thin line again. "Can you not sense who I am?" Nadja asked, raising his eyebrow at the hybrid's cockiness. "Unless you don't understand English, I believe I just told you that answer. You're a pure-blood!" Nadja took a breath in, then slowly let it out. Trying not to lose his temper, as it quickly rose from the complete lack of respect.

"I hope your pregnancy is safe and healthy." Vivianne stepped forward, her eyes scanning me up and down like I was trash on the street. "Safe and healthy? Oh, don't worry about Leia, child. Unlike some people who forced their way into the King’s life through a tragic mistake at a lower district clinic, Leia belongs to noble blood. Her baby is a true pureblood Lycan. The elders are already celebrating. Finally, His Majesty will have a proper heir, not a mixed-blood mistake." The insults cut deep, sharp and venomous. And I felt a hot surge of anger rise in my throat, but Maya spoke up quickly, stepping beside me with a cold smile.

One villager wearing Mudstone Village’s attire said, "Sion, we've been comrades for many years. We don't want to harm you. Entering the cave is the chief’s order. Do you dare to disobey him?" "Heh! Chief? He may be your chief, but I don't acknowledge him. Let me tell you the truth. Jess and I are descendants of dragons born with noble bloodlines. We are unlike you insignificant ants who willingly serve others!" Sion's eyes were bloodshot, and he had gone mad. He had no kind words for the villagers surrounding the passage.

I turn toward Edwin, who’s watching all of this with his arms folded, and he looks like he’s two seconds from sighing. Edwin doesn’t hesitate. “She is a pure blood hunter,” he says, loud enough for the rest to hear. “Even with the wolf blood. Because that blood has no effect on her.” "I don't know what's gotten into you," I say, my voice a little softer now, not because I feel bad but because I want them all to think I do. "I don’t know what’s making you act like this, Ethan… but whether you believe me or not, I’m just passing on what Chief said.”

His sire, of course! A sigh escaped me as the pieces fit together in my head. Sired vampires were basically humans turned into vampires by the masters, bound to their will, and tied to their blood. Every pure-blooded vampire had the ability to create obedient servants who were eternally loyal and often completely hollow inside. As arguing with those custom made puppets would be pointless, I shifted, trying to push myself up. My limbs felt heavy, but not as weak as before. The medicine had given me enough strength to move my aching figure without any help.

I had been unable to fully process it between being in the trials and seeing the princes I cared about due to its reflection. But now looking back at it, I recalled my scream and the corresponding crack in the mirror. It might have been a coincidence but I needed to make sure that it was. That I wasn't like these… rogues. River stared at me like I had taken leave of my senses. "Currently, only purebloods can wield magic and no offence but if you were one of us, you would have grown up here," Then he shrugged. "Or you would be dead." I rolled my eyes at him.

"The Pureborn refused you?" "As you said they would. Come, sit, give me your counsel." Dany drew him down to the cushions beside her, and Jhiqui brought them a bowl of purple olives and onions drowned in wine. "You will get no help in this city, Khaleesi." Ser Jorah took an onion between thumb and forefinger. "Each day I am more convinced of that than the day before. The Pureborn see no farther than the walls of Qarth, and Xaro . . . "

Their white shirts were stained with blood and their faces showed immense exhaustion. Dwight Warner glanced at Jed McDanial and said, “This guy is the informal disciple of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion.” After hearing this, Jed put away his sword. Fane did not change his clothes when he went out. He still wore the uniform of the informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion. Therefore, it was not hard to identify him. Jed looked closely at Fane, who was not hiding his cultivation level so it was easy to know with a glance what cultivation level he was at. “Leave here quickly!” warned Jed.

“Let’s go home; leave this for tomorrow.” I nod, taking his outstretched hand and standing up. **POV Jaden** "I can't believe it," I say through gritted teeth. "They're wolves without a pack, who still agree with the old ways. With the purebloods, as they like to say," he walks over to me, sitting down in front of me. "You don't belong to that. That's why they want to kill you and Malia. They believe you weren't born of pure blood."