Camp Half-blood Real Novels & Stories

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.”

The man who had been the product of a forced alliance, the man who had tried to find the love his father Niall had lost, only to be murdered by his own brother, Asmodeus. The vision snapped back to the present. "This isn't the first time your blood has stood in this hall to face mine," Killian’s voice rumbled in her mind, his eyes glowing gold as they reached the final landing. "But it will be the last time a Devonshire tries to take this house," Anna replied, her voice echoing the regal authority of the McKinnleys. The massive oak doors of the foyer groaned as Julian, now radiating the full power of the High King, stepped forward. Beside him, Sophie stood like a sentinel, her hand resting o

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—"

Half-bloods were extremely rare, in the sense that they usually die a few days after their birth. The crown prince, on the other hand, was a sight to behold. He was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous in every sense. His eyes were a bright silver that was warm and kind at the same time. His long silver hair had blue streaks among them and his long eyelashes were silver.

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

See, It's not my fault that I'm a half-blood. I too 'had' a normal life just like you until a series of action thriller mega-fantasy stuff started to happen in my life out of nowhere. Trust me, being normal is better than all this. Being a half-blood for real is pretty...I don't need to say that, because my brother has actually told all about it, so no. Let me warn you too. If you are reading this to become a half-blood, please don't do this, you are going to be in great danger, it's better if you go to the kitchen, take a knife and stab yourself. But if you are a person who doesn't believe in a fantasy world saying fantasy is for kids and none of this is ever going to happen in your life, o

Phoebe said. “Princess? Me? Maybe an Alpha but then again is it even possible for a half-blood Lycan to be an Alpha?” Jeanette asked. “Half-blood?” Phoebe asked. “Yeah, my mother told me I was left on the doorstep of a house in America where they were hiding out during the human war,” Jeanette said. “Let me drink from you,” Phoebe asked. “What? Do you have a death wish?” Jeanette asks, looking down at the center court of the compound.

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

I couldn’t afford to lose it right now, but I also had to get out of there as soon as possible or it would be too late. “Well, you are the only heir to the throne, aren’t you?” He looked amused and a little surprised. “I am not! You know I thought you beasts were stupid, but I never realized the extent of your stupidity.” I laughed. I was pushing the envelope, but I seriously had to get out of there. If I told him I was a nobody, he would just kill me. If I told him I was somebody, my life would definitely get more complicated. Why did this have to happen now? My life was finally going somewhere. What I found strange was that we were never taught that they could shift form. That I found inte

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”