Three Pure Ones Novels & Stories

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

Celestial energy, which was in reality not much different from solar power, was just an upgraded version of it. The white-bearded guy who called himself Pure sat on a tall stool by a small table on which a map of Gradual was spread open. On the sofa, behind him, the other nine sat and chatted happily among themselves. Despite heading toward danger, there was no gloom in the atmosphere. One of the girls got up with a bottle in her hand and walked around the sofa before approaching Pure's table. "Any message from Primal Purity?" She asked. "Mhhhmm" Pure replied absentmindedly. Hearing the sound of a bottle opening he looked up at the bottle in the girl's hand and then at her face.

But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others. All of the captains agreed. After a very long time, everyone has come. They rapidly started the meeting. There are 8 captains, they are very wealthy, and everyone respects them. In the splendid meeting room, there was a long desk. Pure is the host, with 8 captains sitting around her. Pure waved her hand, a big globe appeared, it looked like a beautiful planet. “This is Domin planet of some species like unicorns and phoenix, this is also the place where the crossbred was born in my dream.”

The journal mentioned the Purists—Voren’s faction—but I need clarity. Cassia takes over, her voice sharp. “The Purists are old-school subnaturals, mostly Pures like your dad’s Silvercrest line—shifters, some elementals—who believe subs are superior to humans and hybrids. They want a world where Pures rule, hybrids are erased, and humans are subjugated or worse. Voren Silvercrest, your grandfather, leads them. He’s a shifter, ancient, with a voice of command like Jorah’s, but twisted. He saw your parents’ marriage—Pure and hybrid—as a betrayal, and you as an abomination. The Purists’ll stop at nothing to wipe out the Conclave’s vision.”

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Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

Liam called him “Who is she?” He asked Liam Before Liam could answer him, Stephanie stood and said, “Hello gentlemen!” Everyone went silent and put attention on her. She smiled and continued speaking, “Let’s start the meeting!” “Some of you might be familiar with me and my partner Nathan, but some who don’t, I am Stephanie Young, a representative from the East Asia consortium. Unlike the others, I won’t say sweet words to all of you. This project is ours, but as the government forced us to involve all of you, all I can say is, know your place! Don’t be greedy, the East Asia market is ours, but sure we will give you some slices.”