Half-blood Prince Cover Novels & Stories

With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct.

It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover. When Buppig comes in, he has a plate of food. “Here Princess, when you didn’t come to breakfast, I wanted to make sure you got some food.” “Thank you, Buppig.” I say as my stomach begins grumbling loudly. I’m just about to show the book cover to Buppig when Ailduin walks into the room. “Leave us.” He says quietly, his eyes holding mine. From the corner of my eye, I see Buppig look at me before he bows his head and walks out of the room.

Golden eyes lock with mine and a tremor of fear rolls down my spine. I can feel his power emanating from across the room. It is cold and ruthless, biting into my soul. “Princess Octavia Hart,” a butler announces. I barely hear him. Blood thrums in my ears, turning to ice in my veins. The Bloody Prince doesn’t move a muscle, his face as still as stone, and any bravado I had pretended to have before vanishes into thin air. I’m not ready. I’m not prepared. This is not a man who can be messed with. I can see it in his eyes.

Reaching the prince’s chamber, I was surprised when I saw the number of paintings which were hung over the wall of the hall, all of them seemed new, the paint showing that they were newly drawn, and whoever had drawn them was a talented person, some were of gardens, others were of wolves, but the one that caught my attention was one that looked like the riverbank we lived in back home. “Come in” was heard from inside the chamber, distracting me from the painting, the guards opened the door, revealing the prince wearing pants and a loose white shirt, he was sitting on a couch, reading through some parchment, looking lost in thought that for a second, I thought that he was unaware of me being

"Once I have you, once I taste your blood it's a point of no return. It sets me on fire Princess and I'm not in control!" He confessed for the first time and my eyes widened. "Are you a Vampire?" He sighed, sitting up. "Yeah, I'm a half blooded Vampire." I gasped. "B..bbb.. but you're a werewolf, aren't you?" "Mm..I am " I look like the most confused person on earth. Who the hell is this? A half blooded Vampire, full blooded werewolf and a Moon Prince? "Are you okay? I'll make the maids get you treated cause of…"

I quickly went over him and asked-" Felix? What happened?" He looked at me with a straight face as he was trying to avoid me and said while looking away-" You should leave princess. People will get the wrong idea if they see a princess with a half-blooded wizard salve!!!" Half-blooded wizard slave?

Prince Bleidd explained, even though he wanted this beautiful girl in front of him. “Well then I am doing the rejection first,” Princess Caroline said, stubbornly. “Why?” Prince Bleidd asked, feeling everyone’s eyes on them. “I have been rejected before, for being half-blood and suffered heartache for weeks after. I am not going through that ever again!” Princess Caroline said, a stubborn look on her face. Prince Bleidd looked over at the woman in wedding dresses, all looking at them before looking over at his parents, also looking at him. “What if we just pretend?” he whispered.

Elijah Darcey. The First Princess matched the first prince, except that she wore a dress and had no swords. Her face was elegant, with her hair pinned up in a bun. Scarlett Darcey. There wasn't much to go on with the princess, but looks can be deceiving. I didn't mention it before, but each prince and princess had black hair. The Second Prince was looked similar to Elijah, but wore white with blue and gold. He was scrawny and his fingers quite long. A book on advanced magical theory volume seven sat in front of him opened. He didn't seem to happy with my entrance. Julius Darcey.

The image was so fast that I couldn't define what it was, but she had maddeningly fascinating designs all over her back going down to her lower back and wherever else it went. I poured the wine into my own glass as I entered my room and looked down at the notebook in my hand, leaving the black handkerchief she'd forgotten with me over my leg as she sat in the chair at my end table. The relief on the cover had a snake biting a rose, with beautiful arabesques in a very dark shade of brown, on the cover there was her last name, I understood Arabic briefly so as not to become familiar with the Aistarabaw under the snake in Egyptian Arabic. His family crest, my conviction as I thought of the imag

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.