Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

“And yet it’s what we needed. For the twins. For the bloodline and For everything. They were no longer the same men who had stood in the boardroom hours before, nor the same men who had faced the Purist army outside. They were predators, bonded in blood, darker and more violent than ever, but alive. Together. Unstoppable. Outside, the city trembled, the Purists scattered and broken, and the golden glow of the Secondary Bond lingered, illuminating the boardroom like a beacon of power and warning. The Siege of Stain Global had ended. But the cost had been absolute. Humanity was fading, replaced by something far more potent and something far more dangerous. The Blood Pact was complete and there

Damien chipped in with urgency in his voice. I exhaled sharply and was lost in my thoughts over his point of view. However, I didn't see it that way. I felt Jeremy was overprotective, and that had limited me from attaining some ranks as a pureblood. It was a shame for a pureblood to be defeated by a witch. It was a thing that shouldn't happen. Before now, I had read in the pack library the power, and command a pureblood have. As a pureblood, there shouldn't be anything that could defeat me except the Moon goddess. This wasn't my skill, but it was the ability the Moon goddess gave to me from above.

Kieran tightened his grip, forcing her to stay still. “I think,” she breathed, eyes gleaming, “you don’t understand who you’re threatening, I am a vampire, a Pureblood. Do you know what that means? I was born into power, not made. My blood is untainted, my lineage ancient. You think you can destroy me? Kill something that has never been weak, never been human? You don’t stand a chance.” Kieran didn’t flinch. “Try me.” “A mere wolf, a fleeting mortal like you can’t stand against me.” Mia said.

Her wrath was not something I would ever want to invoke on myself. I knew just by her presence who she was and what she was doing here. And as Drabek blinked back into the room, it only confirmed what I believed. This was Balthazar's mate and the Queen of the underworld. Imelda Bloodstone. She didn't even stand as she turned her focus to Sorin, and for the first time ever, I swore I saw fear flicker in her eyes as Imelda pointed her index finger at her. A promise of death filled her voice as she spoke one singular word. Not a name or a threat, but just one word that held so much conviction nothing else needed to be said.

I repeated. Hilra scoffed “Had I not known you since you were a neonate, I would have called you a fool. The master piece to your chess board is sitting directly under your nose and you wish to discard it? Xanthanius, son of Flutheria, use your senses!”

Her eyes met his and they sparked with understanding, she did not hesitate walking straight up to him and placing her small hands on his chest sending an electric shock that raced through him going straight to his groin, ‘Mate’ She said loud enough for her parents to hear and he placed his hand over hers, ‘Mate’ Sirius caught her to him and kissed her possessively sealing their Mate bond as he did so, when he released her she stood by his side smiling happily at her parents. ‘You are Mates?’ The King looked horrified, ‘I do not understand she is our daughter and therefore not a Lycan’ The Queen said and Sirius smiled back at her confidently, ‘Your daughter is pure Lycan’ They looked at each

The name tore out of me, jagged and raw. My sister was suspended in a glass stasis pod in the center of the room. Tubes snaked into her arms, pulsing with a sickly, rhythmic glow. Her blood—the Vaelis blood—was being sucked out, filtered through a machine that hummed with a low, predatory vibration. She looked like a ghost. Pale. Transparent. "Aradaa, watch out!" Kaelor roared. I didn't turn. I didn't need to. I felt the surge of heat in my chest—the nanotech, the "Pure-Blood" legacy Malrec had tried to steal. It didn't just hum anymore. It screamed. My vision turned a blinding, electric white.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

It was a web of deceit, and right now, the spider sitting in the center felt remarkably incompetent. The plan had been elegant in its conception. Thallium. The poison of the intellect. It mimics a dozen natural illnesses. It strips the victim of their hair, their strength, their mind, until they are nothing but a husk. It was poetic justice for a boy whose very existence was an insult to the purity of the bloodline. But the execution... the execution had been sloppy. The figure tapped the ash onto the floor, indifferent to the mess. I hesitated, they thought, their fingers twitching. I was afraid.

right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the man drives the sword through his heart. The color drains from his eyes as he crumples, lifeless, his body reverting back to his human form.