Camp Half-blood Shirt Novels & Stories

With three hundred raffle guests ranging from eighteen to forty-five years old, I cannot afford to let my guard down. The first activity Ashton has organized for the Camp-Away event is a massive game of capture the flag. Divided into four teams distinguished by their red, green, blue, and yellow shirts and bandanas, the participants run amok across the fields and forests, shouting strategies and relentlessly searching for the opposing teams' flags. Amidst the chaos, security personnel weave through the crowd, their black T-shirts emblazoned with bold neon-green letters spelling out "SECURITY."

I said nothing to him. I saw the last member perform the submission ritual and go back to his seat. Alpha Klaus turned to face the audience. “From this moment, this pack is called the Crescent Moon pack, welcome to our pack new members” a round of applause erupted from the room. After that, alpha Klaus continued “I have three topics to discuss with you today. First of all, half bloods. The Crescent Moon pack treats all of its members equally, regardless of their blood origins. Half bloods are the same as pure bloods we do not discriminate between them. I know alpha Grey had a completely different perspective. However, you are part of my pack now and I will not be tolerant with anyone who tre

The elevator doors opened, and a teenage kid stepped out. His height was about 5'7. Seemed close to Prince Anthony height. He had ash black hair. It was nicely cut. He had a little bit of his bangs covering one of his eyes. The other eye I could see. It was a candy red. He was a dhampir. He had his hands in his pockets. He wore a uniform. It looked like a school uniform. He had a white button up shirt with a red jacket over it. It buttoned in the middle, just 3 buttons, enough to close the jacket but still see the shirt. He wasn't wearing a tie though. His pants were a darker red than the jacket; his jacket a cherry red, and his jeans a wine red. He had on orange sneakers for shoes.

River disappeared into his closet and walked out with one of his long t-shirts with Avenge Seven Fold on it. “I'll call Helen while you change,” River murmured. I snatched the shirt from him in irritation. I can't believe I'm changing into one of his shirts. It would be long on me. River was muscular and tall, so his shirts were big. River disappeared into his closet again as I headed for the bathroom.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

Her marshmallow scent smells rotten. “Disgusting. Just tell her to take her clothes off.” Ghost says. All our conversations about being respectful to our mate go out the window at that moment. “Bro, knock it off.” I chastise him. I look closer at her clothes. A red cropped sweatshirt with the Blood River logo on the sleeve. She cut the neck to help it fit looser. The exposed strap of her bra is black like the leggings and her red trainers match her shirt perfectly. Focus, Milo.

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

And this time, I can’t look away. It’s not just blood from battle. It’s not just enemy blood. Some of it glistens darker, thicker. Familiar. There’s a piece of cloth caught in the claws of his left paw. A deep indigo, embroidered in silver. My clan’s crest. I know that pattern. I wore it. “No,” I whisper, stumbling backward. “No, no, no…” The image is too vivid. Too real. My knees threaten to give. Ramsey’s voice cuts into me, smooth and cruel.

"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front. Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it. "I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale.

Red color. "Vlader," I whispered. Dianna suddenly lost her smile and quickly looked at me which made me nervous. A smile appeared on her lips. "You just broke one of our rules. And do you know what punishment you will get?” she said to me with a smile. "W-What rule?" "Acting naïve, aye," she laughed for a moment and then looked at me intently. "Vampires here can't wear any red clothes except for Xedian and the royalty!"