Purity Novels & Stories

His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green. "Now Mr. James Monroe," said Penina's husband, Art. "I'm going to classify you as a Sigma four. High enough to get you that campaign job, but not so high they think you have money. Your attributes will be hearing and sight, that shouldn't get you into too much trouble, as well as strength, hence the sigma part and you seem to fit the bill physically for that, and your last one will be-" He flicked at the screen a moment as he thought. "How about dexterity?" Penina chuckled behind him. Warmth trickled with her laugh. "My dear, you have just made him into a male model."

I whispered. "Seven thousand of them. All across Europe. No leader. No objective. Just a hardwired instinct to kill anything that breathes. They’ve turned the EU into a buffet." Miller turned off the screen. "The Purity Front isn't a militia, Bianca. It's a cleanup crew. But we’re losing. Our weapons don't work on them. They heal faster than we can reload." "What do you want from me?"

Phineas said, his voice cracking. "He saved the heir," Aurelius corrected. "But his scent, his history, his very existence is a toxin. Tomorrow, we begin the Purification. We need to ensure the pup isn't tainted by the psychic residue of a rogue. A series of sensory deprivations and chemical flushes. It’s for the best, Phineas. We can’t have the child born with the temperament of a butcher." Lucian’s jaw creaked as he ground his teeth. He started to rise, but the movement caused a fresh surge of red to soak his bandages. He hissed, sinking back onto the stool.

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…”

Improve the cultivation speed by absorbing the spirit qi inside the pill. The Meridian Cleansing pills were given by the system and the Qi Gathering Pill was refined by his mother. {Low-Grade Pill = Purity - 30 To 50%} {Mid-Grade Pill = Purity - 50 to 70%} {High-Grade Pill = Purity - 70 to 80%} {Top Grade Pill = Purity - 80 to 95%} {Perfect Grade Pill = Purity over 95%}

"Sort them based on purity. Those that test 80% or above will be funneled into the Elfholm supply project. The others throw into the grinder. We can use them to feel the rest. Glowing brightly in fear, I push against my wall. It is not ready. My room is lifted from the now familiar warmth. "Look at how this one glows!" the inspector exclaims. "The sheer power she is giving off is..." "Too much," the second voice says. It would fry the network. Also, see that dark spot in the corner, she's not pure enough. Throw her in the reject pile." My room is tossed aside. I land with a crack. The fluid slowly drains out as I lay there, dying, surrounded by the bodies of m

I need her ruined. She has no idea how carefully I have been molding her. Every soft touch. Every time I let her feel my hardness but pulled away. It is all part of the plan. I whisper scripture while I corrupt her mind. I praise her purity while I make her drip like a whore. She thinks I am saving her. In truth, I am shaping her into exactly what I crave. Tonight will be the night. No more holding back. I will fuck her until she forgets her own name. Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her.

"First, you need to understand what the test is. What it will do to you." Miranda waited. "The Purity Test will strip your soul bare," Vera said bluntly. "Every secret you have ever kept. Every lie you have ever told. Every darkness you carry inside you. The Moon Goddess will see all of it." Miranda's hands started to shake. "If you are using dark magic to create false mate bonds, the Goddess will know. And it will kill you." Vera's eyes never left Miranda's face. "The corruption will burn you from the inside out. There is no hiding from Her light."

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.”

We’re being asked to stand adjacent to a system that interprets them differently. That’s harder. Someone says what everyone is thinking. “Are we being purists?” The word lands sharply. Purism is often a disguise for fear or superiority. I don’t want that. But I also don’t want to dismiss the discomfort. I respond slowly. “I don’t think this is about purity,” I say. “I think it’s about drift.” Drift doesn’t announce itself. It accumulates. One compromise that makes sense. Another that feels temporary. Until you look up and realize your reflexes have changed.