Half Blood Jennifer L Armentrout นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Yup! It's okay. Really! They just need to make sure that I'm not actually dead. Or on the deathbed...” -What nice friends... “Sisters actually!” “What?” “They are my sisters, even though we aren't related by blood. This isn't stopping us from being sisters.” “How nice?” “It is. Especially since-” CRASH “...” “Well... can someone tell me how to get to my room? 'Cause I could really need some sleep.” “... As you wish.” “Thank you!” “But before that, why are you so injured? -Because I decimated half of the nephilims army.”

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has won her war. Now let's see if she can win the peace.*

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

“Is that—” “Samarah, this is Amelia, the half-blood. Amelia, meet my aunt, you just called my bitch aunt, Samarah.” “Hey. You shouldn’t have told her that,” I whispered to her, but I supposed Samarah could still hear me. “What happened to her?” “The effect of ripping out a power that keeps someone alive for longer. It kills her slowly, but she accepts her fate.” I studied her, and she looked sad and somehow I could see guilt in her eyes.

Uncle nodded, "It's also why Xander has always kept a tight guard on you, and your baby. Because Xander believes that not only himself but also his mate and offspring are targets for assassination." "But, after all, my baby is his grandchild?" "Precisely because of that, your baby is a special baby. He comes from a half-blood Luna, I call you Luna, because that's what you are now. To us rogues you are our Luna. And our job is-" "Wait a minute uncle, you call me a half-blood luna? Why is that?" Uncle frowned, "Are you sure you don't know why I called you by that name?"

“Blood results. I had your blood tested weeks ago when you saved me that night at Obsidian. You know, the same night you tried to” “Yes. I see they are blood results. I can read perfectly fine. There is no identifying information anywhere in sight. So I am to just blanketly believe this was my blood?” Her tone was cold and aggitated. She was angry. Part of her didn’t believe me. But in all the times I’ve been around her even when she was mad, she didn’t get worked up. She embraced her anger. The way her heart thumped in her chest let me know she was concerned about what I was saying. “I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re a hybrid, Onyx. Half wolf, half vampire. Your mom was” –

Of course she was my sister "You've heard it from the horse's mouth right ? The prove is there. You are my Lycan daughter..." That's when it all clicked or at least some of it. No wonder I could not access my powers and my Lycan on time. The abomination Alpha Raymond and his Beta was talking about is me. The Lycan daughter to an alpha who was left in a drainage to die. The drainage story that Joan always read to me when I was little until I went to bed. It was no story. It was real and I was the child.