Half-blood Prince Cast Novels & Stories

After a while, knowing we were not alone, I raised my head, still holding on to her and turned in the direction of the crowd. Gloringreag Horncoat stepped forward with a tall muscular man I could perceive as a Lycan and a tall, pale man with jet-black hair and light blue eyes. The three raised fisted hands in the air and yelled, "Long live the true blood Lycan Prince!" "Long live our king! The protector of Northlands!' The crowd cheered. "Son of a…." I grumbled. Yeah, that was it. That was what I was weary of.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

I try not to cry when the King and Queen are done but I have tears pooling in my eyes. Before I can turn to Blake, the door opens and the herald announces, “Prince Xavier,” I look at the door startled. Another prince walks in. he has this confident swagger to his walk. He has black hair and ice blue eyes. Queen Helena turns to him, “Xavier, you are back. How was your trip to the villages?” she asks him.

The prince already knows my identity, something that I have been trying so hard to hide. "He already knows what we are."Mia curled inside me because she could sense his dark aura. I don't belong anywhere because I'm not a full Lycan or a werewolf. My father was a Lycan and my mother was a werewolf, the kids born from such a messed up mixture of races were called half-breeds. The prince didn't say anything more after uttering the word "half-breed".I couldn't tell if he was angry or not because of his emotionless nature.

The rage and pushy attitude the fourth princess had before was completely gone. Only calm and sincerity could be seen on her beautiful face. Her attitude was a lot better compared to before. “Looks like I overestimated your status in the royal family.” Harvey remained unmoved and poker-faced. “I knew that you were the Half-Blood Princess, but I didn’t think that you were that insignificant.” “Other than those poor descendants of Country H who have no choice but to stand behind you…” “Looks like no other people of royalty within The Empire would support you.”

She only hoped they would be able to walk away in the wretched arena without a single scratch – she truly hoped. “I GIVE YOU the Nether World’s prince, heir to the Prideful Territory and the only offspring of our demon king Lucifer the Prideful, Damon the Prideful!” The plump goblin merchant announced over the podium as soon as he saw the silhouette of the Halfling prince appeared. His thin chapped lips crack a full-blown grin when his eyes met with a pair of lilac orbs from the lower bleachers. The grin on his lips widened when he watched the agonizing footsteps of the Halfling prince towards the center of the arena.

Half-bloods were extremely rare, in the sense that they usually die a few days after their birth. The crown prince, on the other hand, was a sight to behold. He was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous in every sense. His eyes were a bright silver that was warm and kind at the same time. His long silver hair had blue streaks among them and his long eyelashes were silver.

Pulling my attention back to them knowing that I may have to expose myself to save them, if Quinn’s plan didn’t work. The Dark Prince at that moment turned and began to walk away. I thought that just maybe he was going to leave them, but then he says, “Kill the two older witches and bring the halfling with us.” Before he disappeared around the side of the house leaving his men to do his dirty work for him.

August Halifax would owe the young Princess a life debt, something that demanded repayment. I traveled to the other side of the house, keeping in the forest like where the shadows protected me. Half of the lights on the house were out, cloaking everything in darkness. I counted windows, my eyes running along the Mansion walls until I located the Prince’s bedroom. A small balcony was attached to the window, the orange haired Prince standing staring out into the night. Even in the dark, I could make out the look on his face. Fear lingered in his eyes, but there was also acceptance. Geoff Halifax stepped onto the balcony, hugging his son tightly before walking away. The hug lasted only a second

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?