The pureblood series: Living

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that they were human-Fae hybrids. I didn't even believe they were real. Kalim seemed lost in his own world. One minute, he was a human

nto but his health was my first priority presently. There was something I could though. Supernatur

your parents. They might know m

glow again. Everyone gazed at

oming." Da

I ask

his face gave a concerned look, "Aver

could hear the clinging of metal. I had to run. It was too late for me to make it outside especially with the extra weight I had to carry. I had to hide in a blindspot where I could not be easily

dagger from?" The man w

Kalim lied. The man expression

ch, Mr Evergreen." He was referri

my surname?" K

d and I was ready for a fight especially when the man kept walking to our direction. He put his hand on his sword hilt and the sword's jewel g

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dered. Avery had never see

g her close."promise me that whatever h

she talki

other begged, Water

he peeped through the keyhole to know who she was talking to. She heard her mother scream. The man was hitting her with his sword. Blood spattered around the floor as her mother winced in pain. Avery watched in horror as the

ler come for her. She wasn't going to die like her parents. Sh

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e Avery and Damian were

am, where did I i

used at my

he was one of our best wa

would explain the strange symbol

his quick parol

phy, kalim. How would you li

ge mess and out of the blues, This

vampires, how I can't be compelled, I discove

er me. But, I had made a mistake. I had mentioned the exist

g his sword back into it's sheath. He

you embrace it. You just killed a witch. Not ever

ollowed him. Soon he was totally gone and th

hiding carrying a

ing now."

nto this world with her arr

sed her."just because you are an immortal, you

ed. I was so frustrated at everything. If this world wasn't a lie and if I hadn't r

plate while I had barely touched mine. He looked innocent. Could he really be a faeblood? I knew I shouldn't tell h

ad

n?" He a

books on myt

aliant attempt to carry

sked. This was the perfect time to ask my father

project.

He said before he continued eating. A part of me hoped he was wrong, another part of me just saw the

tion on sword fighting. It was like it was calling onto me. Was I crazy or was a weapon similar to the dagger lying right in front of me. It was a sword similar to what the faebloods were holding. I did not need the truth any

see it."

ndered. Was he surprised

off me and turned t

you tell me wh

is father sw

w what I am. Faeblo

expression b

ant this wor

ie? Was mother like

He rep

tense and I was about

d today. He asked that I jo

etorted."They can only find thos

father. Somehow, I felt the need to keep them a secret. It was like

ays did like that whenever he

d." I a

o protect you. Even from you

air and his sword mysteriously levitatated from the shelve into his hands. He pinned me to the wall and drew the symbol of an eye on my skin using his sword. The pain was excrui

u doing thi

see he was crying. I was the one

it's for the best. The world that i

barely knew what my father did but I was feeling faint. I just wanted to close my tired eyes s

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d returned. He took the dagger from my gra

d to have him back. Heaven knows what I would have done without him. One thing still plagued my mind though

the faebloo

e was close. After an awkward silence that even made a cricket star

d ivloe to myself. He was definitely hiding something and he was ba

kalim was?" I asked to

He replied but I

that be their job? To kill dangerous supernaturals. Is that why

me out of his mind. Through the mindlink, I found a vis

gated him telepathically

He conf

ut them?" I ques

." Damian

nal, i-i saw it i

" Damian

her s

disliked about him. Sometimes I wondered how little of t

ached us. His sword reminded me of how my mother died. She was impaled by a similar sword. Now,

is mind was. He was conflicted with tell

ched out to me a book. I took i

you need to know." Damian said an

to find out. I opened the first page and it read, " To whoever is readi

lling through my father's journal, I learnt he only wrote yearly to make the journal last a longer period of time. 1845 was the year my mother was slaughtered, so

ding and I felt my body absorb the sound around me. It was an outburst. My whole bod

estroying and pulverizing everything it touched. I looked around at the magnitude of the de