Half-blood Novels & Stories

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 f

But why are they after you? I asked "That's because I'm a Hybrid." He said "I'm still young, I've not fully gotten my powers and I don't know the things I'm capable of doing. My mother said Once I turned eighteen, on the next full moon, my powers will begin to manifest. And that is gonna be the next full moon to come, that's why they're after me" he added Oh gosh!! We have to keep you safe till then.

exclaimed Sebastian. All eyes turned to him. “It means, being half-blood doesn’t mean they are limited like half-bloods. They can access what a pure blood can,” he explained. The girls looked mostly confused. “Of both?” asked Shae in sudden realisation. He nodded. “I don’t get it,” said Jasmine.

“What are The Halves?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in, her braid brushing my cheek. “It’s an elitist club. Only half-bloods or born-from-magic students can join. Half-lycan, hybrids, half-fae, half-vampire, half-dragon. Even witches born of magical conception but not full blood. They call themselves a club, but people disappear after joining. They say it’s just for rituals, parties, elite privileges…but my sister told me stories.”

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 thi

It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely. Uncle Haron raised his brow curiously. "How?" "She's not a full vampire, but a half-human! If I mark her and make her a full vampire then she can be saved." I spoke so fast that I doubted if he had understood what I said. But the change in his expression showed he did. His eyes turned sharp. He looked deep in thought with one finger on his chin.

Perhaps because the grief was too vast to feel all at once, my body gave me something strange—a false sense of lightness, as though all the pain that had been hollowing me out was gone too. My father watched me, his gaze sinking deeper. "What was happening to your body wasn't random." I looked at him. "When a half-blood fetus is exposed to vampire blood, it triggers something—an awakening," he said, choosing his words carefully. "The blood sharpens the child's instincts. And the instinct of a half-blood is to take." "It draws more life force from the mother—using it to strengthen itself. Every time you drank Ryan's blood, the ch

"Alpha Finn has created an army of half-bloods like Xavier that are highly susceptible to his command." Half-bloods like Xavier? Suddenly, the memories that had eluded me about him healing me came back and I could taste his blood at the back of my throat. Xavier was a vampire and werewolf hybrid. Was that why Alpha Finn had thought he would mindlessly obey his command? In my brief internal monologue, it seemed like I had missed something because when I looked up, Xavier was pale. He looked at Alpha Jaxon with wide eyes full of horror. "But that means…"

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"