Camp Half-blood Shirt Novels & Stories

“Please take a nap, Your Highness.” “She’s coming out now,” Tory said with a goofy grin and tapped Nathan’s shoulders. His traditional white uniform, gold epaulet, red noble half cape adorned with gold threads, golden tiger and falcon, and the emblem of House Carsein made him look like a person unable to be reached. No, there is one person who can reach him.

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

I doubt Princess Hana will have such luck. I took a breath and tugged on the fitted red fabric of my red Camp Okwaho’kenha counselor shirt that had the camp logo on the chest with the word ‘Counselor” on the back across my shoulders. Every cabin was assigned a color, and the counselors in charge wore a shirt to match so campers knew whom to look for if they needed help.