Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

"But Douglas knows about her, he will fight for her" "It is better to have one opponent than many. Douglas won't also reveal her identity because it will be of a disadvantage to him. So it is a fight of us and Douglas fighting against Lucien in our different terms in order to get the pure blood witch, so the stronger one among Douglas and us will be the one to win Lucien and have the pure blood witch" Martha states "But the problem is how to win against Lucien, he controls thousands of lycan warriors and not just that, he is a strong lycan himself so we need a good plan" Martha add and for the few seconds silent that erupted the room, Shelagh smile when something hit her mind

I asked, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. "Hundreds. Maybe a thousand," Silas replied, his eyes fixed on the fire. "The Inquisition has spent centuries recruiting the 'Pure-Bloods'—humans who fear anything with a pulse of magic. They’ve been waiting for a reason to march. You gave it to them." I flinched, my fingers tracing the hilt of the bone dagger resting on the table. "I didn't ask for this, Silas. I didn't ask to be a spark or a Queen. I was just a girl sold to pay a debt."

“I am offering you a final kindness. Kneel. Swear fealty. And present the artifact with both hands. I may yet grant you a place within my walls—as a servant. It is more than you deserve.” I studied his face—the arrogance, the hollow certainty. The man I knew was gone. “I told you. I am not unprotected and the artifact is not stolen by me, it is given to my son by someone else.” “By whom?!” he thundered. The full, crushing weight of his lineage’s power erupted, slamming into the room. Guards collapsed. Mia cried out, stumbling back. “Who else could possibly want you? A discarded, mortal woman! Who can give an artifact to a non -pure- blood child? Who else would shield you from this world but

Morgath looked genuinely sad. "But fear rarely listens to reason." She hesitated. Then continued. "They've formed a movement." Cassian's expression darkened. "What kind of movement?" "The Pure Blood Movement." The name alone felt unpleasant. "They believe demons should remain separate from humans. Separate culturally. Socially. Politically." "And me?" Cassian asked. Morgath looked away. "They believe you betrayed your people." Silence followed. Adrian felt the hurt move through the bond instantly. Cassian rarely cared what people thought.

Syre scowled, folding his arms, resembling that of a toddler, who was winning an argument. "Look here uh…" "Prince Syre," he smirked. "Whatever," I snapped, "uh, What are you, like twelve?-" "I'm fourteen," he frowned. "I think I know more about anything than you could possibly ever try to-" "Well, then I suppose you know that Female Purebloods are killed at birth, by law they are not allowed to live," he trailed off looking at me, "They are known to be weak."

I’m not in the mood to fall prey to a pure-blood just to satisfy Eyla’s fantasies. I let my head fall back. “What kind of research have you done?” “Admittedly, nothing…” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. Pure-bloods, created with the purpose of balancing nature, are the personification of everything that entails living. Seven Sins and Seven Virtues. I have my theories of which pure-blood lives up here, if any, and they aren't a Virtue. “For a girl so willing to seduce one, you don’t know an awful lot," I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock.

I even fixed a young wolf's connection to his mate after a fight nearly broke them apart. Word spread. My name traveled. And so did Selene's. "The northern army grows," Kellan reported one evening, standing before Rhydian's desk. Maps covered every surface, marked with red pins. "Viktor has pledged two hundred fighters. Other rogue packs are joining. They're calling it the 'Pure Blood Alliance.'" I sat in a chair by the fire, my stomach turning. "Pure blood?" "They mean wolves born to the bond," Kellan said, his voice bitter. "Anyone who follows the new way who accepts choice over fate they see as tainted. You especially, Nyx. They've given you a name."

the pinnacle of his bloodline. Here, he was just product inventory. And he wasn't even the premium version. "Lies," Valerius hissed, his voice sounding wet. "This is a trick. The Council planted these. Illusions!" He slashed at the glass of tank V-749. The reinforced polymer didn't break, but it scratched. "I am unique! I am the Pureblood!"

Being one of the originals, it was a big deal which is why she had more options than most were allowed. You’ll probably hear a lot about pure bloods through this tale. It basically means that we never mixed with mortals. Our blood is old, powerful and untainted. I really don’t get into how that’s possible. More Hail’s cup of tea as he’s the Caretaker. Boiled down this simply means Hail is my right hand, and a historian slash advisor. Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on.