Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

his eyes darkened, and he flicked his tongue over the inside of her thigh, "I believe you requested a story." She whimpered her annoyance, but as he pulled back and stood, the evidence of his arousal pressed tightly against his grey woollen trousers. Sapphira's mouth went dry. The soft clink of crystal dragged her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

I asked because I didn't understand the reason for his response. "These materials paint us dark and glorify their kind, yes they were kind and accommodating but some of them did try to take advantage of their superiority over us and—" "Superiority?" That was a words Kristen had subconsciously used. He nodded his response and shut his eyes tight like he was fighting something, he threw his head backwards and for a whole time lapse, he said nothing. "The blue bloods are Selene's reformed breed of our kind to guard our world." "Ancestral guardians?" I asked putting the knowledge he provided to digest.

I asked, jumping out to check on her. “Yes, I am,” she said, to my complete surprise. “The water doesn’t burn us.” “But you are not a Valenor... I’m confused.” “The Valenor clan are not the only descendants of dragon-borns. My family, the Sithros, also have the same features. That’s why I married your father. That’s why you can’t be with Cassian, as perfect as he is.” “Why didn’t you tell me all of this earlier?” I asked with a frown.

“If you have the mark then surely no one can go against the Ancient One.” “Trust me. There are many who are trying to force him to pick another Beta by killing me.” “And why would they do that?” “Well, I’m not a pure-blood.” “And what is a pure-blood?” “Someone whose parents aren’t of the same kind, or tribe, as you would put it.” “And what is wrong with that?” I had to admit, her innocence was a beautiful thing; a breathe of fresh air. “The people that want to kill me have a deep sense of pride for their kind. They don’t want to see their blood mixed with others.”

When Corbin finally returned to consciousness, he looked around and started yelling. “VLADIMIR. ORION. SARGON.” Sargon walks down the stairs into the dungeon and then into the cell stopping just in front of Corbin. Corbin lifts his head and looks him in the eyes as Sargon then punches him in the jaw. Corbin makes no noise other than to whisper. “What have I done, my brother, to earn this foul treatment?” “You were seen with a human… A human female.” "So?” “You know the laws, Corbin. Only pure bloods are allowed on the throne, besides humans are a weaker species. The weakest, as they are nothing more than walking blood bags for us to feed from, not to interact with.”

I took an unconscious step back. “Listen to me, and listen carefully,” she said, her voice suddenly thunderous in its calm. “This is the truth about your nature. No lies. No sugar. Just the fucking bones of it.” I swallowed. “The Steinhart bloodline… comes from the purest, most ancient wolf lineage ever known. Long ago, they ruled across the African continent—before the Great War fractured everything.” My brows knitted. “The Great War? What the fuck is that?”

“The First… what?” Adrian’s grip tightened around her, the skin along his spine prickling. “Explain.” Lilith exhaled softly, something almost like reluctance brushing her tone. “When the first purebloods were created, they weren’t meant to exist alone. They were born from experiments, mistakes, sacrifices. For every successful pureblood, a dozen abominations formed—creatures without form or sanity, living shadows given hunger but no restraint.” Emily felt her stomach churn. “So Gabriel… turned into one?”

It had been a quiet place, full of farmers and healers. Kael’s jaw tightened. “Bloodspawn?” “No. Worse,” Thorne said, lowering his voice. “A pureblood.” The courtyard seemed to still. Aria’s breath caught. She remembered what Kael had told her of the Blood Kings ancient, cunning, near impossible to kill. The bloodspawn they’d fought had been a mere shadow of that power. “A pureblood has not walked this land in centuries,” Kael said, voice low. “Until now,” Thorne confirmed. “Tracks led north toward the human cities.”