Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

“Long before modern packs existed, before territories, before councils… there were bloodlines entrusted with preserving balance among our kind.” I remained silent while listening carefully. “The split moon marks appear when ancient bloodlines converge correctly.” He continued. My mind immediately returned to Letty, to Catherine, to hidden ancestry. “You mean pure bloodlines.” I asked “Yes.” I replied immediately “And the twins?” I asked Idris turned toward me fully now. “They are exceptionally rare.” “That does not answer my question.” I answered “It answers enough.” He replied “No,” I said coldly. “It doesn’t.” For the first time, Idris truly looked at me, not politely, not diplomatically b

Sanguira - Goddess of Blood 🩸 Bloodline Name: Sanguelith Traits: heightened senses, hemomancy, regeneration Signature Magic: blood puppetry, life siphoning, pain transmutation Trial Weakness: iron-forged seals, light sigils, nullifying auras 🌑 The Lost Fourteenth? Some scholars whisper of a fourteenth bloodline, born of the Godkiller, whose power was neither divine nor mortal, but capable of erasing divinity itself. No bloodline name. No sigils.

"You had a pure blood in your veins. The golden lines, tells me you belong to a pure blooded light elves. The second pure blooded powerful line." Hearing it, surprises Michael. Did he heard him right? He's a pure blooded elves himself and the second powerful at that? "Don't say things you do not know of!" He uttered not believing his enemy. "Why would I lie? Only an elf with a pure blood could feel a fellow elfs true power." Gathouř uttered. "Why are you telling me these?" He asked.

she asked. Hyperion sighed heavily. "The heart of a Pure Blood is a key component in the Ritual of Convergence. It serves as a catalyst, binding the merged bloodlines together. It's a sacrifice of the purest essence, an offering that seals the union between the two bloodlines." Seraphina's expression shifted from shock to concern. "And you... you're a Pure Blood, aren't you?" Hyperion nodded solemnly. "Yes, I am. That's why I fear that Deucalion's ultimate goal is to use my heart in the ritual. It's a powerful and dark magic, and he likely believes that it would make him nearly unstoppable."

she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And if they found you… then whatever you are… was never truly lost.”

Zylar’s hackles rose violently. “Not pureblood,” she growled. “That’s a slave, Liora.” Zylar’s statement reminded me of the long lessons in history books, like how some pureblood vampires forced humans into slavery, turning them into sired vampires. Such a vampire's stench was weak, fractured, and bound by compulsion, far different from a normal one’s scent. My mind raced. Before fear could paralyze me, instinct took over. I lifted my hand to my mouth and bit down on my finger, sharp enough for pain to bloom. Warm blood welled instantly, metallic and alive.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

Rae Frank Rivers. The name remained on the screen, black letters against faded paper. For thirteen years, he had existed only as a shadow buried beneath memories I could not reach. Now he had a place in an official ledger, marked beside a symbol Jesse recognized. My father had not disappeared from history. Someone had recorded exactly where he belonged. “What does Pureblood mean?” I asked. Jesse’s fingers remained still above the tablet. “It was a movement made up of families from several packs. They believed bloodlines weakened whenever wolves bonded with humans or mixed-blood descendants.”

I answer. “What about the other type’s of vampires?” Cahir asks. “Pure vampires or purebloods are vampires that have never mixed with any other supernatural species or humans. There is only one pure-blood family left. Kynessie’s father's family are both royals and purebloods. Half breeds have one human parent, while human vampires, as I said, carry the gene, but it is more or less dormant. As far as the turned ones and the failed ones the only difference is that the turned ones fully turn after being injected with our venom while the failed ones don’t entirely turn for whatever reason. No one knows why some don’t fully turn and they are the ones that we have to kill before they go on a

And I'd rather die than sacrifice anyone again. Purebloods were those that were born as vampires. You know when vampires mate with humans and ... They were stronger than the ones that were turned to vampires when bitten by one. Like wolves, vampires bit humans to turn them. The only difference between that bite and the bite during their feeding was that they released their venom into the body of the bitten who sometimes survived the change. Most times, they didn't. Moreover, only vampires who had reached fifty could produce the venom from their bodies, except in rare cases where some Purebloods could create the venom at a younger age. The most important and most dangerous of the vampires wer