Romans & histoires Camp Half~blood

Slowly, he finishes with, “Yes, her name is Amber Parks.” “Oh good, she would be a fun addition. I liked her. She is something of a conidium, though. I could put my finger on it, but there is something different about her.” “She is a half-blood, hybrid vampire. I didn’t know until last night.” “Wow, that is a thing? I didn’t know that existed, Dom. I mean all these years, and that must be the first, right?”

… 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.

I may recover from this Marking of mine but she’ll immediately know I’m half. Half-bloods are not accepted in the society just like the Rogues and Lycans. But whoever has blood of a Human is more accepted. Still, Amara can’t find out. “You need to drink or you’ll pass out.” She tried to place her palm above my lips but I turned my head away. But as soon as I felt the excruciating pain on my thigh, loosing my breath, and sweating hard, I slowly positioned my head on her palm. I immediately sipped the dripping blood. Blood for half-bloods are like sugar for babies. In a split second, I felt my body energized and the pain on my thigh vanished. I bit on Amara’s palm to sip more blood.

My stomach twisted as I heard that. I kept my eyes forward, forcing myself to step through the towering doors with the others, even as their quiet words tried to break me. I was used to being looked down on, it barely registered anymore. I stopped beside some vampire girls, and they chuckled quietly, giving me a once-over. “I can’t believe a half-blood could be this dangerous.” “I hope she gets cut.” “She won’t. Do you know who she’s fucking?” “All I know is she’s not worth it.”

She pleaded with puppy dog eyes, pouting and batting her eyelashes. "An half blood is a human-turned vampire, they're at the bottom of hierarchy in our clan and are seen as vermins with tainted blood. During a certain time in history halfbloods were denied certain rights like mating a pureblood or owning pets, they were even slaves to higher ranking vampires but as the world evolved, some of those laws were abolished." He sighed but continued on, "a pureblood is at the top of the hierarchy. A pureblood is born, not turned. Hence the name."

“What are The Halves?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in, her braid brushing my cheek. “It’s an elitist club. Only half-bloods or born-from-magic students can join. Half-lycan, hybrids, half-fae, half-vampire, half-dragon. Even witches born of magical conception but not full blood. They call themselves a club, but people disappear after joining. They say it’s just for rituals, parties, elite privileges…but my sister told me stories.”

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

It must've just been nature doing it's thing. Mason, Breyona and I hung out until well into the night. Miss Shelby offered me other texts, but none were about Vampires. Some talked of Werewolves, going into detail about half-bloods and their capabilities. Half Human - Half werewolf, they were common but most of them lived normal lives. Many didn't develop their own wolf, inhibiting them from ever shifting. They simply had heightened strength and sometimes heightened senses. Those who developed wolves, were brought into the pack-life. Half-blood's could still had mates, and could bear children all the same. Hundreds of years ago, werewolves hated half-bloods. Time's have changed since then,

The child mumbles, obviously terrified. Almost instantly I can feel the pull, the gentle coaxing from the child's eyes, trying to force me to tell the truth. She's trying to compel me. Compulsion is a gift in which only vampires have the power to do. Half-bloods are understandably very powerful as they carry the gifts of two supernatural beings, making them hunted and in danger for most of their lives. This poor little girl has obviously been taken from her parents and forced to do horrible things. I make a silent vow that I will try my best to take her with me if I get out of here.

Sullivan herself. Unlike pureblooded vampires, halfbloods are not particularly sensitive to the sun's heat. From her observation with her daughters, their speed is slower than that of a pureblood, but still faster than a wolf. This simply confirmed what Castellana told him that night. Ignoring that statement, he proceeded with the next. "Castellana often experiences memory gaps and there had been no instance that she remembered anything," he muttered as a crease slowly formed on his forehead.