Camp Half~blood Novels & Stories

Eren spoke, his voice was steady, but I could sense tension rolling off him. Chase laughed as if Eren had just said something funny. “Well, if a Half blood like you can be here, then I thought it wouldn't matter.” Chase countered with a grin. My breath caught. Chase just referred to Eren as a Half blood. Half bloods were used to refer to wolves who were the offsprings of a human and werewolf intercourse. They were seen as impure and inferior beings compared to full blooded werewolves because they were weak. There wasn't a lot of Half blood because most of them were killed by their own pack when found.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

Anna commanded. The shopkeeper stepped forward, the ritual knife gleaming. As the blade sank into Killian’s side, a guttural scream tore from his throat even in his unconscious state. Anna clamped her mouth over his to stifle the sound, her fangs nicking his lip as she began the agonizing process of the Bloodletting.

Andrea walked towards the pureblood faction. "Vianca Amulet." The snob girl stepped forward and began walking towards the Dhampir faction. So she's half vampire, that's why. She was welcomed by Caleb, the leader of the Dhampirs. "Cyan Vincent Hillgard." The guy with a serious face stepped forward and walked towards the pureblood faction. "Rishan Aidan Marcus." That Rishan is a werewolf. There he went and now I was the only one left, alone on that stage staring at everyone while they were staring at me.

Because something about that kind of scream doesn’t let people stay put. We stepped into the hallway and the hospital changed in front of us. What had been controlled panic upstairs had become full collapse downstairs. Footsteps everywhere. Doors slamming. Voices overlapping until nothing made sense anymore. Then the smell hit. His Blood was everywhere. We reached the lobby and everything stopped feeling real. Daniel was on the floor. Blood spread beneath him like it had been given permission to take over the room. The gun lay a few feet away, untouched now, almost forgotten in the middle of all the chaos it caused.

Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes. “Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade. With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'

" I asked even though I knew the answer. I was next in line to become the Maester since our Maester did not birth any true born vampires, but still I wanted to know what my dad would say. " He probably thought it was about time you engaged yourself in the affairs of the pride, you're 176 years old now, so you should", he definitely didn't want to point out the obvious. " Yeah right, affairs indeed", I sounded sarcastic as I left his presence. The blood farm was located at the outskirts of Central City, at Pittsburg block. It was an underground facility and a paper company was used to draw people's attention away from the real ongoings in the premises.

the gamma tips his chin at me and makes a weird motion with his hand, like a cowboy with an invisible hat, "Bradley Walters, Blood Moon gamma. Where can we set up camp?" All business. Good. "The barn is at your disposal, as are any of the open lands around the house. There's a creek about a quarter mile to your left. Three bathrooms. One in the workshop by the house, two inside the house, one upstairs and one down. You may use the spare bedroom if you like. Dinner will be ready shortly."

Dominic looked at Gage in disbelief. “I only took the heads and two bags of blood. That Haverley snores like a fucking broken tractor. I walked right into his room, lifted the covers and placed the pig’s head between his legs and soaked the area with the pig’s blood. Halden was still awake so I left the pig’s head in his bed and sprayed the blood everywhere over his bed while he was in the shower,” Gage said. The coffee machine beeped and Dominic shook his head. “That sends a message all right.”

Soldiers protected the camp, many people were in the camp. At that moment, the camp became the most pulchritudinous place that we had seen in quite a long time. A smile crossed my face as I embraced my brother “I told you that we will make it” This may not be much but it was enough. We walked hand in hand to our new home. A home created by the harsh impediments of a civil war.