Camp Half~blood Novels & Stories

I smirk at her swallowing the food like a hoover, I was both starving and eager to leave before it got too late “How far away is the camp?” Matt asks “About 30 minutes in the direction of the fight, it’s hard to find the camp itself, most rogues miss it” “Marten clearly didn’t” Drake asks, Craig snorts nodding his head “No unfortunately for us he didn’t miss it, he was like a cult leader, he arrived with so many rogues, each fight we lost people and the people who were originally from our camp couldn’t see that it was a losing battle, now there is nobody left to fight”

For a while we were on a dirt lane through the woods, then miles and miles of trees, interspersed with the occasional mansion. The first thing Damon said to me when we departed was, "The Stationary is about a two-hour ride. It's what we call the training camps." About 100 Half-Bloods reside there." "There's only 100 half-bloods?" I barely made it out.

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

​"I will not have a mongrel wolf thinking he can take what has been bound to me by blood." ​The rivalry was no longer hidden or whispered; it was a wildfire spreading through the manor. ​As Dave tightened his possessive grip, Laura pulled away, her mind wandering back to the dangerous, untamed warmth of Vlad. ​She became the centerpiece of a brewing war, caught between a cold vampire lord and a passionate werewolf, both fighting for a heart that was only just beginning to beat for itself. ​She realized she was no longer a bystander; she was the volatile spark that would ignite the entire blood pact.

There were more of them now—dozens, maybe hundreds, their forms filling the valley, their presence pressing against the camp like a weight. Stellan stood at the edge of the lake, his body relaxed, his hands at his sides. I stood beside him, my hand in his, feeling the bond pulse between us. "The half-blood," the leader said, stepping forward. "The one who broke the prophecy. The one who chose love over fear. The one who will—"

“Yes.” No fluff. No take backs and no remorse. “If I could do it without getting them involved, I would've. But only Half-bloods can enter deep into the human territory for that long and come out unscathed.” Half Blood, Originals, Curses. All these words being thrown around and I barely know what they mean. From my silence, it seems she picks up on that too.

… 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.

There is a collective sigh of relief that fills the room, and I didn't understand what was going on. "What is "it"?" I choke out, with a tiny voice. "I knew I read about halfbloods before, but I couldn't remember where." He starts. "Ever since you showed up here, I've been searching for it. I couldn't chase away the fact that there was something special about you, Riley." "What are you talking about?" I stammer, trying to keep up with his fast-paced words. "Well, since mates usually can't live without their other half I knew you were special. Since your mom is a werewolf, but your dad is not you are considered a "half-blood." Half-bloods are known to have special powers, because of their spe

"Before my parents died, they informed me of my three obligations as leader of Haltz. First, protect the people of Haltz; and second, protect the human world from vampires." "Then what's the third?" "They haven't had time to tell them yet, because they just died, and I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do." Diana looked thoughtful, "You mentioned getting your blood. What do you mean?" "You have quite a lot of questions, apparently," Rai said, but this vampire still answered her. "You know the Transformation Ceremony? It is the ceremony of changing humans into vampires. In that ceremony, you need the blood of the leaders of Haltz, Raltz, and Waltz which is contained in a single cup called the