Camp Half Blood Book Novels & Stories

I smirk looking to Sophie who was still crying “What’s up? “It’s just been a while since I seen such a sight, I thought this practice had long but ended” “Wait what? You seen this before?” Layla asks through my lips, mum nods wiping her face as we all turn our attention to her. “Years ago we came across a rogue camp, they had kids there just like the little one, so many of them. When we realised they were being abused we killed most of the adults of, keeping the teenagers alive, they told us the most horrific story, I could hardly believe it” She whispers shaking her head, dad squeezes her hand, throwing his other arm over her shoulder, she leans against him

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

I'm not hungry either so I don't go to the cafeteria on a trip. I go to the table often. I put down the book and put the chocolate on the side. My bag is full so I can't get in it. I sighed and opened my book. Just that, I was distracted by a bit of noise. I looked up and saw a group of college students. I quickly spotted Rustov on the group. Kiara was on her side, smiling while talking to him. My forehead creased. Why are they here? The high school library is different from the college. Maybe it's noisy there so they're here to talk properly.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

People can share the same name, but it wouldn't hurt to know if we really were related. I flipped more pages and almost threw the book in annoyance. There was practically nothing useful. I attempted to put it back but stopped when I noticed a page sticking out. I opened the book to that specific page and gasped. It was a sketch of a woman who looked exactly like a portrait I’d seen in the hallway near my quarters, but younger. Next to her image was a handwritten note: “The blood of the North runs through many veins, even those that have forgotten how to howl.”

Well, because I was. I licked my lips. “No. I’m not okay. Not at all.” Unexpectedly, Kaelen swooped in and tugged me against his chest. He enveloped me in his leather and whiskey scent, and his strong arms, and I let the rest of the world fall away. “Here it is.” Beau handed the book to Claire. “What exactly are we looking for in a book about magical blood feuds?” Claire ignored him as she flipped through and scanned the pages.

Lucious "Lucious!" Uncle Jax rolls me onto my back as I'm unable to breathe. "You have lost too much blood, you're not healing." I look up at him as blood continues to spill from my mouth feeling as if I'm drowning on my own blood. I watch as uncle Jax drags his black claw across his wrist slicing it open. He pushes his wrist up against my mouth. I sink teeth into his arm forcing down the disgusting blood, feeling the hole in my chest starting to heal.

"Deal. The name of the organization after you is known as Core. They hunt and kill demons and capture the ones they deem useful. Their main objective is to put themselves on the top of the world organization center, or the WOC. They see you as a prize. You, the only one to survive birth into the half demon half human stage. Many previous to you died as soon as they were born. Their human half too weak to hold the demon half bay. Many are just born as humans, and no matter what experiments we have done they won't change. Even blood transfusion doesn't work. But they also see you as an abomination to both races. They learned of your existence by chance. They simply saw you protecting your comp

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood vampires.