Camp Half-blood Shirt Novels & Stories

They turned around slowly and said apologetically, "Senior, anything else?" "Where did you get this?" Ding Hao said harshly while picking up the clothes that one of them had taken off. His voice was slightly trembling. That was a very ordinary shirt which was used under robes. It was white with three knots. Although it was ordinary, it shocked Ding Hao. Because he was very familiar with that shirt. It was exactly the uniform used by disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. There was a silver sword pattern in the middle of the shirt, which was their sect symbol.

“I don’t know if they are still alive. My parents are very bad, at least according to what they tell me.” “Now that I know your parents are alive, I hope Apache and Opal survived too.” Alex and Micky had gone to a spare room, to let Kat get dressed in peace, and they opened the bedroom door, entering, already dressed. Alex, who was going to defend Kat, was wearing black pants and sneakers of the same color. He wore an identical shirt to Micky and identical to the one that all the warriors would wear. Black, with the crown symbol engraved over the heart. The Golden Pack crown, made of 2 intertwined arrows. Micky wanted him to wear the crown, but Alex preferred to let Kat shine.

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—"

Smooth and oversized, it carried Casper, Rowan, Emrys, and Kieran printed boldly on the back, each name layered over a faint silver outline of the Titans’ crest. The sleeves were stitched with their jersey numbers in white, and just above the hemline in front, in embroidery, was my name Zoey like I was part of something bigger than myself. I shook off the thoughts of how bad this could go, dashing off to the bathroom. I had about an hour or less to get ready, something about Rowan coming to get me. Casper wasn't sure so it could be one of the boys.

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

And I see this knowing that I hated being forced to dress identical to my brothers. The boys are in navy long shirts, sweaters, and a patchwork turkey with H and R's initials on its belly with khaki pants. The girls were in long-sleeved navy ruffled dresses with similar patchwork turkeys, but they have bows on the turkey’s head and their initials S and A on their individual dresses.

Even if he puked out there will be an opportunity to quickly clean up the sh¡t before she returns. Damn! It's so hot and almost burnt down his throat, he's a werewolf so the pain subsided at once. Lucky for him, his system did not reject the coffee and so he relaxed with a sigh when Catelyn appeared with a red raglan sleeve similar to the one Zayn had on. What was going on? "Your shirt is stained with blood, so..." She whispered and leaned closer to him. Even before he could think of stopping her, she laid hold of his first button and loosed it, then the next and the next--

Sam quickly pulled Allie into his arms before looking up at the commotion, her hair falling in front of her eyes as she found her vision being directed on her parents. There, in the middle of the camp, where her parents were earlier gathering some water from the well, was a large man. The omega couldn't tell what he looked like because the man was dressed in all black, but he looked as if he was pulled out from the medieval era and thrown into the present. He wore all black armour with a large, black cape that drifted from his shoulders and to the middle of his calves.

And then she realized she was naked. She glanced around the room and noticed on the make-up table behind her a small, neatly folded pile of clothes. Her black pumps sat atop them. They weren't the sweater and skirt she had worn in, she was sure of that. She unfolded the clothes, shook her head, and smiled. She slipped the t-shirt over her head. It was sheer and about two sizes too small. Her silver dollar size areolas were clearly visible. She was afraid her rock hard, gumdrop sized nipples were going to shred the material apart. The shirt tied into a knot under her breast, leaving her toned stomach exposed. On the upper left chest portion of the shirt was the Phi Jamma Slamma emblem with th

Even when I tried to close it, it would be ripped back open as the guards were practically running along now, with me being forced along after them. As we got closer to the camp, I noticed there were more people dressed like my captors around. There were three who although looked similar were clearly different. The others kept away from them. What made them most noticeable was that each had a helmet on. Two of them had plumes facing forwards, the other had a plume going sideways, like you could sometimes see in films of ancient greece. In fact, as I thought about it, a lot of the leather armour was like what I would see in ancient greek films too. I wasn't in ancient greece was I?