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I don’t know what she looks like as I have no pictures of her, so I don’t know if I look anything like her. Having to grow up without a mom made things difficult, but I didn’t realize it until 10 months ago when the only parent I had, my father, died. My dad was a half blood werewolf; meaning his parents were also a mix of a human mother and a werewolf father, resulting in a half blood werewolf. Half bloods may have some or all characteristics of a werewolf of pure blood origins, but each person is different. Some half bloods have wolves and can shift like any pure blood whenever they want. Some can only shift during the full moon and are only able to maintain their wolf form until the moon

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.

He'll make your heart race and jealousy will eat you if he sees other people, worry will consume you if he's in danger. Yesterday played in my mind. The way my heart had fluttered, how I'd felt jealous of that waitress, how I almost broke Damon's back to save Aaron. "Oh, and also, every pure-blooded vampire is born with a special ability that distinguishes them from the turned ones," she added as I placed my now empty cup down. I rubbed the top of my arms as Replica put away my cup and took off her apron.

But the moment the scenario registered fully, my mind went blank and my body went numb as a stray tear-stained my cheek. There was a huge circle on the floor drawn with blood and chalk and the corpses' forehead were marked with a sharp object and surrounded by patched dried blood that highlighted the bold crescent sign. A bold inscription was written on the wall with blood and it said 'The sins of the father shall be visited on the offsprings' A huge anaconda was also placed in the circle and one factor was common, all the creatures inside were dead. Those vampires weren't just ordinary vampires, Daniel, my bodyguard was there.

The loading of the wagon took longer than expected. BoldR and Duncan had to assist a lot of them into the wagon. Especially the halflings. Vampires can be exceptionally cruel to half breeds, the fact that they can survive on both food and blood they were deprived of both. They were so weak and emaciated they looked like living skeletons with skin. Plus their regenerative abilities are not as strong as a pure blood so it takes them longer to heal. It also didn’t help that their bonds were made of silver and they were given vervain which weakened them even more. The wolves were in better shape after they were fed, their healing was slow by incredibly high amounts of wolf’s bane. They all were

Darren exited the prison cell and ordered the soldiers to continue the whipping work. Darren stood in front of the frowning Vander. "Brother, scratch my right hand." He passed the knife to Vander. Vander glared. He had no heart to scratch the knife into his brother's body. Even though Darren sucks, Darren is his younger brother. "I don't want to." Nancy clicked her tongue. "I'll do it." Noura chuckled. "Don't scrape the vein, Nancy." "I couldn't have killed him." Nancy scraped Darren's palm with a knife. "Half-blood has a different blood." Nancy was surprised to see Darren's black blood color with reddish spots. Nancy put the knife back in Darren's shirt pocket.

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Davorin was waiting outside, pacing like a restless animal. The second he saw me, his eyes searched my face. “Well?” he asked. “I’m… half vampire,” I said, still trying to wrap my own tongue around the words. “A dhampir. Apparently that’s illegal. And—” I took a shaky breath, “—they’re sending me to Ravenhill Academy.” His brows shot up, his eyes has so many questions. “A dhampir? How? And Ravenhill? That’s……That’s my academy.”

“Just not in the way you think.” That stopped her. “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped aside, revealing a strange mark etched into the wall behind him. It looked ancient—carved into the stone with precision. A circle split by two jagged lines, one black, one crimson. Ava stepped closer, drawn to it like gravity. Her fingertips brushed the mark—cold stone, but it felt alive. And for just a moment, the room vanished. ⸻ She was standing beneath a red sky, surrounded by stone pillars. A man knelt before her, bleeding. His eyes were golden.

He’s already dressed in uniform. My office feels cramped with him standing over my shoulder. The office isn’t big in general, but now I’m suffocating. I stand and walk toward my coal-covered couch on the far wall. Stopping in front of the coffee table, I pick up an all black mug. Coffee swirls. Moving toward the refrigerator that I ordered last Christmas, I smell the stale coffee. As I heat it up, Caleb plants himself on the couch. 'Women with a Parasol', one of my Monet paintings, hangs behind him against the deep gray walls.