Sith Pureblood Novels & Stories

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.

But it was the note that drove the air from my lungs—handwritten in elegant script that somehow made its contents more obscene: *The abominations you carry will never wear these crowns. Their mixed blood will never contaminate the throne. Consider these toys a kindness—a preview rather than the reality that awaits if you continue this perversion of nature. There are many of us, watching, waiting. The Pure Blood Coalition cleanses what is impure. Your daughters will never draw breath in this kingdom.*

I flinched, pressing myself back into the chair. "Liam Brennan is a wolf," Dimitri sneered. "If you breed with him, your children will be diluted. Weak. But with me..." His eyes burned with a fanatical light. "You are a Pureblood. I am a Hybrid. Our children will be gods," he whispered. "They will have the strength of the Lycan and the cunning of the Stratovskys. We will rebuild the First Bloodline. We will rule them all." I stared at him, bile rising in my throat.

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."

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.

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