Half-blood Prince Cover Novels & Stories

She frowned and rise up a little to check who it was and again, shock overwhelms her to see Vadim. He looked so different and… so, so young as if he was in his teens. His hair was longer and unlike his current self, he was thinner but still looking leaner and stronger than her adult self while wearing armor with blood splattered on his body. Unlike the other vampires, he was the only one without a sword. Only his hands and specifically his long nails were coated with blood. “The throne room, my prince. We have to go there now. Prince Armand is protecting the king and queen.”

I packed my laptop and glanced one last time at the cover preview. Xander stared back at me, his perfectly sculpted face set in that trademark smoldering gaze that had launched a thousand magazine sales. The headline read: "The Man Behind the Face: Xander Fauler Reveals All." I snorted. If only they knew there was nothing to reveal. The real Xander was locked away behind walls I couldn't penetrate. The elevator ride to the ground floor felt eternal. My reflection in the polished metal doors showed a man I barely recognized. Dark circles underlined my eyes, and my coffee-brown hair stuck up at odd angles from running my hands through it in frustration.

Epilogue “And this is how the prince met the lady of his dreams and they lived together forever,” she said and kissed the forehead of the fawn head boy. “Hey mom, you kissed him last night, you don’t love me,” said the other boy angrily. “Hey I love you both” she said and kissed his forehead too “We love you too mom” the both said in one voice. “Now it's time for bed, no more talking,” she said. “Mom, I have a question: did the prince practice magic?” he asked. “Yeah he did,” she said, smiling.

Venus had decided to braid her long brown hair into a fishtail braid, leaving two strands of hair on each side of her head out and falling. "Oh.... you look..... okay." he said. "Seriously?" Venus thought in a dull and slightly annoyed tone. Prince BlackScale looked around and scratched around the base of his horns. His hair was messy and his eyes were dazed and confused. He appeared very hungover. The Prince then saw the ball-up sheet lying next to the door. He nodded to it. "What's that about?" he asked. "Oh, it was stained with blood, My Prince." "Blood?" Prince Blackscale repeated, seemingly surprised.

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 prince nodded his head a couple of times in understanding before reaching for an old-looking book from the top of the bookshelf. "What is this?" I asked when he handed me the book without any explanation. "Take a look at what's inside; I think it's self-explanatory," Prince Leonard replied. I wasn't sure why it was the case, but I couldn't help feeling very uneasy as I took the book from his hand. I slowly flipped through the pages to find old photographs of people that I did not recognize. Most of them were family portraits of people who seemed wealthy. At first, nothing caught my attention apart from the fact that there were always children and girls present in the family portraits, wh

Hugo and Ben left, and the door was closed. Just as they turned around, the prince returned. He was putting on a navy blue, double-breasted jacket to cover his naked upper body. He was perfectly toned and muscular; deep, defined lines tightened throughout his lean and firm muscles. “Did the girl eat? Has the healer arrived yet?” The prince asked Hugo and Ben. “Yes,” Ben answered, “She’s being checked by the healer now.” “Good.” The prince patted Ben’s shoulder then leaned against the wall while knotting the buckles with no intention of leaving with them.

I wanted the Usurper dead, as did whatever lived in me. “Pitiful. As long as the Princess’s mate lives, you do not stand a chance, and you will die.” My arm raised and sent a discharge of deadly magic his way. Osprey evaded it; however, when he stood back up, his eyes were white, the same as mine. He parried the attack with one of his own, surprising both the entity inside of me and myself. “Impossible. There is no other half-blood left in this world. The last one was killed hundreds of years ago by the Faiths.”

His arms stayed safely around her, giving her reassurance he was okay with it. ‘My love.’ His voice was so sexy it caused her to shutter. Her lips pursed up as his lips found her neck and gave butterfly-like kisses. ‘Who are you?’ She managed to stutter out. ‘I am the prince of mermaids, and you my beauty are its princess.’ He hummed causing her to moan. ‘You are my other half, my heart, my soul and my future.’ ‘How can I be?’ She spoke out of breath.

The heavy sound of the Prince's panic bounces at the walls, which makes the atmosphere spine-chilling. "Your Highness, are you okay?" William inquires as he knocks on the door. All of Alphonso's attention goes to himself, warily. An emblem marks on the skin of his right hand as it looks like it comes from a stroke of cautious painter's brush that so marvelous in the eyes. The visible golden color creates a large circle that is surrounded by vines, bright petal patterns, and has squares shape in the middle. Nonetheless, the exquisite pattern causes a real heart attack on the Prince as his vision starts to welcome the darkness solely.