Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

“Well, I don’t think his reason has anything to do with it, because I was the one who pushed Gerard.” My words are soft but clear, and this time he isn’t able to keep his mask of indifference on his face. “Do continue.” “It’s a long story. Allow me to start from the beginning. But first, tell me, Mr. King, how much do you know about the Blood Born? The Sable and the Sublime, two triquetras to either guide our kind back to our goddess or the other sent to ‘cleanse’ the planet or, in other words, destroy our kind.” I ask.

She pressed her palm to the Sanctum door, and it blazed with memories older than both of them. I watched through my father's eyes as the truth unfolded. Richard Blackthorne, Marcus's father, standing before a council of Lunar Witches thirty years ago. "The bloodlines are too diluted. We need concentration. Power distilled into a single vessel." "That would require specific pairings," the eldest witch replied. "Hunter and Primordial. Predator and prey becoming one." "Then we arrange it. David Rivera has the right bloodline – descended from the Wolf Hunters who nearly destroyed us. Seraphina Erebis carries the Primordial flame. Their child would be—"

“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

To hear that the very origin of her people was a product of ancient, deep-sea lab-craft was a poison that threatened to rewrite the entire ideological foundation of her unification. "The Abyssal purebloods created two strains," Varth continued, his words rushing out as his horizontal pupils began to cloud over with the dark veins of the compression. "The Silver-Strain... the regal, administrative focus that became your royal bloodline, Natalia. Built to organize, to dominate through structure and light. And the Void-Strain... the apex predators. The wolves built without a pack instinct, meant to operate in the absolute dark of the deepest ocean trenches to hunt down anything the light couldn

“Our leader, Julia. But even she is not a Pureblood.” Debbys words repeated in my ears like a whisper of a ghost. “You are a pureblood”. I blinked at him, confused by his words. “What’s the difference between a True-Blood and a Pureblood?” Martin smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “A Pureblood Cupbearer is a myth, a legend. None have existed for centuries. Julia, as a True-Blood, is the closest we’ve come to that level of power. She is our guiding light, our protector.”

I asked. “We will go to the person who took Mayari and we will ask him nicely where he took your sister,” Aunt Kyndra said with a smile. Shaun hissed. “That cold-blooded bastard?” he asked. Aunt Kyndra nodded. “Yes, that bastard. But there is one correction, he is not a coldblood. He's a pureblood,” she said. The four guys were obviously surprised by what Aunt Kyndra had said. “He is a pureblood!” Shaun exclaimed, a mixture of amazement and irritation in his voice. “Now he just officially became more annoying,” he added.

Small birds all flew with a shriek, as if afraid of something. Colton's expression became serious. He remembered the text on an ancient book. Pureblood, an existence that rarely appears on a lineage of a bloodline. They have the highest aptitude in cultivating iev. However, as they possess the purest blood, they are also the most delicious food of beasts and monsters. No, not just those, they are also the target of evil cultivators. Well, pureblood can hide their identity from evil cultivators but they can not hide their scent from beasts and monsters. Because they have a strange connection to purebloods that was still left a mystery until today.

"Was it your family?" "No. Those who were killed were purebloods. We are hybrids, chosen for our powers—and that’s it. We are on top because we are wolves and children of a war goddess, defending our species from a war that followed us to this place, where our pack is silently suffering from the mass killings of sorcerers." As Maya listened to this story, she felt as if something didn’t fit. As if she knew something… but wasn’t sure what was really happening. Because something was interfering.

It was even bigger than the one at the mansion, filled with scrolls and books written in languages that my mind somehow understood instinctively. I found a thick book bound in dragon skin. The title read: "The Powers of the Pure Blood." I opened it eagerly. "The Pure Blood is the source of all life. Their blood can heal, but it can also destroy. When their emotions reach the peak, their true form awakens... The Crimson Eyes." "However, there is a price. Great power attracts great darkness. The Eclipse Cult seeks to use the Pure Blood to open the Gate of the Abyss. If the gate opens, all souls will be consumed..."

It means you are becoming what you were always meant to be. I turn to the next page, and find an entry I hadn't read before: June 1, 2214 Your father is not just any Pure, my darling Lena. He is Jorah of the House of Silvercrest, direct descendant of the First Pack. The voice of command runs strong in his bloodline—the ability to compel obedience with mere words, to bend wills with a thought. It is a power meant for leaders, for those born to rule. In the old days, before the Great Divide, his ancestors were kings among our kind.