Half Blood Jennifer L Armentrout Novels & Stories

As if this small flame of hope will vanish if I spoke out loud. "How can a vampire get affected with dark magic so much? Normally it takes at least 24 hours to affect this much as vampires’ healing ability fight the poison till it can’t. However, it’s not that long since she has been infected." He said, speculating. Then it clicked me. She was not a full vampire! She was a half-vampire! "There is a chance! There is! W-we can save her! Yes!" I exclaimed. My mind couldn’t calm down. It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely.

I accused him, taking the coffee mug and leaning against his dining table. I glanced at him when he didn't reply. "I suppose I should give the credit to Jennifer for gifting you such beautiful analogies of human reproduction." It was plausible enough that his sister, who had a face of an angel but soul of a devil, could commit such heinous act of spoiling her own younger brother. He shrugged, eyeing the book on the floor dangerously. "Not entirely. My mother owns more than half of it." Like daughter. Like mother. But I liked Mrs Evercrest. She's most beautiful and graceful lady I ever had the honors to cross paths with.

All those years of waiting, bleeding to save him, having that act stolen from me, and the only thing he could find to call it was a scene. The pain in my chest was sudden and savage, something tearing through me from the inside. I pressed my hand to my sternum, then slowly moved it to my arm. Beneath my sleeve, hidden beneath what was left of my mother's dress, were two ragged scars, the marks silver bullets leave when they tear through flesh. A half-blood healed faster than a human, but I had nearly emptied myself shielding Adrian that day. By the time I'd been dragged home, there was nothing left in me to close the wounds.

I heard the sound of bones cracking and shuddered hard helplessly. "Stop! Stop it!" Before the words were out of my mouth, I felt a warm gush of something wet and sticky flowing out from beneath me, followed by a bout of excruciating pain. "Blood! She's bleeding!" someone yelled. The creditors exchanged glances at once. "B-But I never touched her… This has nothing to do with me…" "What should we do now? We still need the video!" "What video? Hurry up and leave while we still can!"

Becca and Hannah led the charge, of course—eyes rolling, voices pitched just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Of course the Alpha’s obsessed with her,” Becca scoffed as I passed. “He thinks she’s special, but she’s just a freak. A cursed half-blood freak.” I froze mid-step, my wolf snarling inside me. My hands trembled as my nails lengthened involuntarily, scraping against the wall.“Say that again,” I whispered. Becca smirked, smug and unafraid. “Freak.”

“Yes.” No fluff. No take backs and no remorse. “If I could do it without getting them involved, I would've. But only Half-bloods can enter deep into the human territory for that long and come out unscathed.” Half Blood, Originals, Curses. All these words being thrown around and I barely know what they mean. From my silence, it seems she picks up on that too.

Her face was flushed, clearly in the throes of her heat. Lucas gently stroked her forehead, his eyes full of concern. The caption read: "My Alpha dropped everything to take care of me, leaving his runaway Omega behind while I'm sick. This is what true love is—choosing the one who really needs you." Below it, in smaller text: "Certain half-bloods should stop dreaming." I watched the video, my heart completely still. I almost wanted to laugh. Because this scene was all too familiar. My first heat, three years ago.

Instead, I would get to feel it for the first time. I looked at it in my palm, the words for the activation spell ringing in my head. Then I inhaled deeply and held the amulet to my chest as I said the words out loud: "Like the force of a flood, wield your power through my blood." And just like that, what felt like electricity coursed throughout my veins, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as my body vibrated uncontrollably. I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm.

Something was not right about this situation, and this unsettled me. Jeremy's mother died when he was a young pup, and his dad was a single parent to Jeremy for a while before he met my mom. Jeremy felt neglected by his dad most of the time, and he blamed me and my mother for this. The reality was he failed to see that while his father was trying to raise him for the harsh truth of being the son of powerful and wealthy Beta Damien Darkwater, he raised me like a princess.