Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

she dashed in and slammed the door behind her. Is that all she got? It's something new being bullied for being overweight and a demoted Beta. Everyone knows that I was demoted because of the prophecy from the pack's priestess that I was cursed and that was why my parents died searching for me. When it comes to my size, I would say that I caused it and isn't bothered, because, should I starve while working out my ass? Kiah is my blood sister, but I am her servant now and anyone around her. She sees me as an enemy. She hates everything about me and even regrets having me like a sister. Even a carpet has more value to her than me because she tramples on me all the time.

His sire, of course! A sigh escaped me as the pieces fit together in my head. Sired vampires were basically humans turned into vampires by the masters, bound to their will, and tied to their blood. Every pure-blooded vampire had the ability to create obedient servants who were eternally loyal and often completely hollow inside. As arguing with those custom made puppets would be pointless, I shifted, trying to push myself up. My limbs felt heavy, but not as weak as before. The medicine had given me enough strength to move my aching figure without any help.

“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—"

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

I ask so full of questions than I had before all of this. “Sired means that said person feels like they owe you a debt of gratitude and will do anything you ask because they believe it will please you and you share a bond like no other, It’s said to be the Vampire equivalent to Werewolf Mate bonds I guess. But only the first of the bloodline can create purebloods.” She looks at me waiting for me to put the pieces together. When I finally click I stand up and push the book away, “I am the first of my kind, a pureblood, so that means Zane is one of my soldiers?” I ask her and she just nods.

“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.