Purity Novels & Stories

…Purification? She meets me straight in the eyes. “It is less abhorring to purify it, but it will be harder. If the one to purify is not entirely with a benevolent heart, even with just a bit of malice, it will not succeed. And the power needed to purify is another factor. But in hypothesis, your power ought to be enough. If it is not, you may use your life force.” …my life force?

The Order of Eternal Purity is often compared to the ‘Hellfire Clubs’ of 18th century Europe. Scholars disagree as to the actual beliefs of the organization, as well as the rituals and activities practiced therein. The focus seemed to be the concept of purity, though what that meant to the members of the order is unclear. Unlike many religious orders, the idea of purity seemed to have little to do with sin or cleanliness, instead, it seemed to have a direct connection with retaining some aspect of childhood, in a world that “keeps growing older and less creative.” (Tenniel, 1926). Accounts of wors

“But being tied to an altar and raped by my own father doesn’t? Okay.” Oh, Goddess. I did not want to hear her say that. My heart contracts painfully in my chest. I wish Daniel Jones was still alive just so I could kill him all over again. “Neither of those two things makes you impure.” Agatha clears her throat. “It’s not about purity of the body, but purity of the soul. Your body can be tainted in any way, but as high priestess, your soul has to be untainted.”

"Not another trial, child. I'm not in the habit of poisoning people twice." "Forgive me if I don't find that reassuring." "Fair." She folded her hands atop the table. "Do you know what that vial was, Constance? Truly?" "A purity test," I said. "Something to determine whether a candidate was fit to carry an heir." "That's the story they tell you," Ysolde said. "It's half true, which is the most dangerous kind of lie. The potion does test purity, but not the purity anyone in that room believed. Blood purity. It reacts to lineage, not chastity." Her eyes didn't leave m

RYAN •••••••• "Love keeps no record of wrongs. First Corinthians. Thirteen. Verse five." I can still hear Purity's voice saying those words like it only happened a second ago. No. That's not when I first found myself magnetically drawn to her, but this particular moment stuck. If she's that versed in religion, then she's definitely a grounded Mexican, right? Hence my next move. I ended up having to wait for the courier for an hour after Purity left. The only reason he didn't lose his head that day was because his service was satisfactory.

It was cluttered with files, unlike its usual pristine state. There, right in the center, was a thick document stamped CONFIDENTIAL. I opened it. My eyes scanned the dense legal jargon, skipping over the "whereas" and "hereby" until I found the highlighted section. It was a clause from 1925. The Purity Clause. “...The acting Alpha Prime must maintain a bloodline of pure, documented lineage. Union with a human or unregistered mate results in the immediate forfeiture of majority shares, assets, and Territory rights…”

While flailing around trying to complete my work, I accidentally tapped on a virus link on my phone, and it began downloading a virus application on its own. The app was called "Love Mission". Even the name sounded sketchy. Just as I was about to uninstall it, there was a loud buzz on my phone, and a new message popped up on the screen. "Congratulations, Player 001! You are now synced to Love Mission. Your first mission is as follows. "Kindly head over to your front door to collect the photo props and put them on as shown in the manual. Follow the poses on the screen and upload the photos here.

On a balcony at an unknown location, A man stood, gazing at his phone in disbelief. His eyes, unlike a normal human’s, were pure white, with no dark pupils. There was a certain sexy charm in every gesture he made. “Did he just hang up on me?” he asked, pointing at himself in disbelief. “Yes,” a shadow replied plainly. “Ah, great. Just great.” “You should know by now how he does things,” the shadow said. “Damn it… he can be very vexing at times,” the man sighed forlornly. “I thought we would use this opportunity to catch up.”

The younger ones are already outside tending the herb beds. “Purity is not merely the absence of sin,” she begins with a clear voice. “It is the active choice to guard the temple of your body against every whisper of temptation. The world outside these walls is filthy. Lust is a thief that steals your soul one glance, one touch, one thought at a time.”

Garrett’s eyes flickered. "Grandson?" Garrett asked. "You brought the boy?" "He is safe," I said. "Far away from your needles and your cages." "You misunderstand me Elara," Garrett said. He took a sip of his drink. "Project Purity is not about cages. It is about freedom. Freedom from the curse." "It is not a curse," Kael spoke up. His voice was deep and rumbling. "It is a gift." Garrett looked at Kael with disdain.