Camp Half~blood Novels & Stories

They also prepared more arrows, because they know that it would be an intense battle with the Half-Bloods. The stronghold was so built within hours, as strong as possible by the time the sun was set; they were ready to hide inside the stronghold. So they went in and shut themselves in. All they need is to survive till dawn when the sun would rise. As soon as the sun was set, one Lycan came out; they saw it following the scent of their footsteps to their stronghold. The half-blood could stand erect like humans but their face is beastly like that of werewolves and they are very aggressive. Just that they get weak when the sun rises and so they tend to hide and sleep during the day. At night th

If she was ever gone. When the sun came up again, millions of people around the world would be safer than they could’ve possibly imagined. The threat the Vampires posed on the innocent was nearly annihilated, and we would continue to stomp out what numbers they had left as quickly as we could. Those people would never know the lengths we went to or the sacrifices we made to make them safe. But that’s what we do here. We fight Vampires. We kill Vampires. Someday, maybe there won’t be any Vampires left, and then I’ll have to find something else to do with my life, but for now, I’m Cassidy Findley, teenager, high school student, half-Vampire, half-Hunter, and I’ll sleep with one eye open, my ha

As much as I wanted to stop her, she voluntarily halted when the speakers made a deafening noise that was soon followed by Dawn's announcement: "Everyone, please gather 'round our special member for today, Yve!" Just like the king ordered, we formed a circle with Yve in the center. Dawn further discussed what this ceremony would be for, mostly about how it was the first occurrence. No one could determine if it would actually be successful or not, since it has already been a long time since Yve was turned into a half-blooded vampire.

Cameron stepped around his father, making light of the situation, trying to take the tension out of the conversation, knowing that the Van Helsings would take what they wanted, one way or another. “Hmph,” Sparrow grunted through his nose in amusement. “I’m sure a f-king cookie can be arranged.” “Dad,” Cameron said soothingly. “Let’s give them the blood. What’s the harm?” “Chocolate chip,” Jules told Sparrow. “And a cup of juice.” “F-king werewolves,” Sparrow rolled his eyes but he gestured with his hand and one of the soldiers peeled off from the group heading to the doors of the gym. “We’ll do it by the door.”

Valeria explained. "So that little earthquake during Bran's first coronation was just the tip of the iceberg." Alan added. "There will be worse to come if Bran somehow gets crowned as Alpha." "One more thing about the prophecy..." Valeria stepped forward. "It says that your help will come from the land of Cyacruse." "That's the land of vampires." Alan said. And all our gazes moved to Valeria immediately. It took her just a second to realize what we were all thinking and she started shaking her head fervently. "Oh, hell no! Do not even think that."

“Yes.” “Why?” “Because you should not exist,” he said simply. Her jaw tightened—but she didn’t recoil. “Explain.” Caelen’s gaze sharpened, something like respect flickering there. “You are a convergence of forces that were never meant to align within one vessel. Bloodlines. Bonds. Power restrained by love instead of domination.” He took a step closer. The wards hummed faintly but did not resist him. “That has happened before,” Amelia said quietly. “Yes,” he agreed. “And it always ended in ruin.”

Could feel the burn of it like a physical touch. "Silence," he commanded even though no one had been speaking. The room fell further into a hush that shouldn't have been been possible. I guess some people held their breaths. "Three days from now," Kaelen began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the vast space, "we honor one of our oldest traditions. The Blood Hunt." Excited murmurs rippled through the wolves. The humans went very, very still. Oh no… I've heard about the blood hunts and they are never good.

—the house I had built to be my sanctuary—seemed to groan under the pressure of a legacy that refused to stay buried. Julian stood over us, the half-brother I had just met, the man who carried my blood and my curse. He looked at the chaos, then at Toby, and then at me. “The vault can wait,” Julian said, his voice surprisingly calm, surprisingly steady. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

Everyone knows the owner of half-blood only from the Spencer and Ventura families. King Alison married Queen Cassie, who came from the Spencer family, and King Aldwin married Queen Janneva from the Ventura family. To this day, no one knows who the children of the two couples are, who is a half-blood, or better known as hybrids. ** Appalachia Kingdom "Princess Nancy, why do you always follow me?" Darren hissed. He was standing at the door of the late Lucia's room.

Our bank was stocked full. My father was the founder and CEO of the East Coast Vamp Blood Bank, which supplied blood to not only the East but also to parts of the Midwest U.S. One Wednesday afternoon while Chelsea and I were in the library relaxing, the sirens blared through our home. We both ran out to find that our city was under attack from demons, wraiths, rogue werewolves, and some witches. Our friends and family were being set ablaze by the witches, lifted into the air and ripped apart by wraiths and wolves, and blasted with fire spells by the witches.