Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

He enters me with a hiss of his teeth, his eyes roll back in his head and he withdraws, before thrusting inside me again. “Drink from me, little lamb; I can tell you need it,” he murmurs in between thrusts. It’s like my body only knows how to obey his commands; my fangs grow longer and I sink them into the nape of his neck. His blood touches my tongue and it’s only then that I realize that I have been starving myself and our child by only drinking blood bags. My strength returns the more I drink; I feel every bit of weariness leaving my body and, bit by bit, the exhaustion leaves me. Is this what I’ve needed all this time? A Pureblood baby requires not only human blood, but the blood of his

“If you allow me to explain, she said, getting up, wine glass in her hand, perhaps we can come to an understanding. Like I said, we are not that different, and in reality, we want the same things. PURITY!!!” Her words stopped me dead in my tracks. Only few close people knew of my true values and beliefs, as most of the realm fell for my pretense and “mea culpa” attitude I sold to Gia and Kal. One of my core dogmas was that the species needed to be pure blood. I have seen the centuries of blood mixed and diluted. It had made us weaker. It has even made us susceptible to human attacks. Only pure bloods were surviving, and I could not understand why Kal or Gia did not see this. Pure blood lines

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

He couldn’t help but fall hopelessly in love with her, to the point of possessiveness. In the end, due to a conspiracy, he misunderstood her—someone he had vowed to love, protect, and trust with everything within him, even death. In the end, he drained her power and blood in his quest for vengeance. With excruciating pain and regret searing through him, Azael swore an oath in the presence of the holy maiden’s crystal pearl, which fulfilled wishes, to be reborn in every life she existed. But the punishment for his sins came as a cruel backlash: he would live without aging or dying for eternity, and only recognize his love when it was already too late, in each life she was reborn.

“How many Sanguinari have you met?” I catch the meaning right away. “You mean… their father is..?” Mandy nods. “But I should not be this big,” I say quickly. “It has only been two weeks.” “The size could be because you're expecting multiples,” Mandy replies. “And with purebloods, the rules don’t always apply. There hasn’t been a pureblood birth in almost four hundred years.” The room stills again. “But Betty always said it was impossible” I whisper. “A human cannot carry a pureblood child…” My voice shakes. “She would not survive. She said that there is only one pureblood. The Vampire King.”

“This time tell them to hunt the poor areas. The trailer parks and slums, Ghere. The women there have suffered already. They’ll be stronger.” He looked shocked. “But... your offspring must be of the noble bloodlines. Taking a human I understand, but—” “There will be no noble bloodline if they keep dying before they bear young,” I snapped through clenched teeth. “Find women who have lived in the darkness before. My blood is noble enough for both of us.” “Sire?” I was jerked back to the present with a scowl on my face. “What?” Ghere’s throat bobbed, but he looked out the door of the bathing room toward the bed, then back at me, a question in his eyes.

The last pure source of flameblood in existence. They drained her slowly, preserved her suffering. Her blood fed the next generation of cultivators, her pain honored in rituals of twisted reverence. They called her “Mother of the Feast.” And they had hoped that if she birthed a child... they would find that child too. Because to them, Saphiren blood is not sacred.... It is currency. Unfortunately, the baby supposedly died. What they did not know was she was one flame that had defied fate and she was coming for them.

I stayed seated as Mateo brought forth the prisoners with Sinna, Crater, and a few wolves, Davi, Mateo’s beloved and Blake, a new guard for my Queen from her brother. Seeing the four responsible for the kidnapping of my Mia, made me want to rip out their hearts and torch them, but right now that wasn’t important. As soon as they were close to me, I stepped up to the first one and ripped his eye from its socket and crushed it in my hand. “WHERE IS MY QUEEN?” I yelled at them while I still hold the squashed eye. The vampire purest is screaming on the ground while trying to stop himself from bleeding out where his missing eye was.

And with his dead mate in his arms, Kristion walked away and was never seen again while evil left the world and humans lived freely but decided to live in hiding from the supernatural world. Now, 10,000 years had passed and the evil in man's heart was at a limit till it reached its fullest once again and this time, it would take more than an arrow to stop it, especially when followers of Addanc wishes to bring back his soul and the only way of achieving that is filling the bowl with blessed wolf's blood. Your Blood, Gwen as you are the reincarnation of Isolde. I wasn't so sure till Oswald reacted to your blood. Which is why you are not supposed to be among us, it gives those people hope that