Half Blood Prince Plot Novels & Stories

“Then why are you called a Lord instead of a Prince?” I wasn't sure if I had finally crossed the line with my question, but the way his body tensed made me know that the story behind it was a bad one. “Because I'm half-blooded,” he explained. I let out a scoff at how ridiculous it was. It made no sense that a Prince was referred to as a Lord just because his mother was human. “But is it even possible…” I trailed off, not knowing how appropriate my question would seem. Lucien seemed to have caught on though and raised up his brow. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes that left me flustered.

he almost whispered. “Oh!” I gasped. “My half-brother is also a prince from a very strong lineage. He is of both Mannador royalty and Kurr royalty. The Mannador males inherit and it’s my understanding King Orvis is trying to change the laws of Kurr in the same way. If that is the case, it makes him quite a catch in the galaxy.” “I should say,” I agreed. After a moment of silence, I looked at Drake and panic filled me. Oh no… it couldn’t be!

Betty wipes her eyes “I do not know what this is Miss. If the father is ordinary Sanguinari, half-blood, like Mr. Matesson, the term is close to human. Seven months, sometimes eight.” She hesitates “I hear there is a pureblood. Their king. Nobody can carry his child, except another pureblood or a female halfblood. But halfblood are like Sancta to him. They will die after birth. The pregnancy is also difficult so no one wants to mate with him." I feel the air leave my lungs. She says it so matter of fact, but It all sounds like something out of a fantasy novel. I cannot help but feel sorry for this so-called vampire king. He must be very lonely.

Further down, near the back stairs, two younger maids carry folded linens between them, pretending not to listen but leaning ever so slightly toward the sound. By the time the whispers reach the kitchen, they’re no longer careful. A pot clangs against a counter as one of the cooks shakes her head, muttering to the butcher’s boy. “I’m telling you, cursed blood brings nothing but death. Remember what happened to the Luna of Hanbow Pack, they said was touched by dark magic? Gone within a year. Looks like this happened to the prince because of the Luna's connection with dark magic.” The butcher’s boy makes a face but doesn’t argue. The guards in the hall outside overhear, exchanging uneasy glanc

He planned it such as he thought it was too early for him to show his real strength, especially when the crown prince was still cowardly hiding at the back of his troops and surely had been watching him. But hearing this bastard talking about taking his wife broke whatever restraint and whatever plans that had been made earlier. He had originally wanted these half-bloods to be under him because they were meant to serve the true royals not the wannabes. But what this man had spouted was unacceptable. And the price of his punishment cannot be anything else other than death, right here, right now. Gallas stood on his feet, wobbling. He lunged desperately at Romeo, hoping to land an attack, but

Because of this, the halfling prince had become a hollow being as well. Though Damon the Prideful had a mother locked by his father to keep him on leash, Damon the Prideful had no one. He was a doomed outsider. As a child, he was once afraid of the dark – of what were lurking beyond the grimed veil. “Trample those who dare stand your path. Believe it, Damon, and you will have a chance to get your way out of this shithole. Do not let go of your anger, it will serve you will,” said his mother after their first encounter. The young halfling prince believed his mother’s words – and so, he trampled those who dared get in his path.

"He's not like the other princes, his appearance far out-shined them along with his abilities, physical and mental. He was known as an evil genius before." "Why evil?" "Well, you see, ... his highness is not," he paused and gave a Alexis a careful stare, "you mustn't treat his highness any different after you hear this." "Okay?" She tilted her head, in wonder. "His highness is only a half-blooded human..." "...so what's the other half?" "Elf..." "Oh, that's why he's so..." Alexis eyes brightened at the one thing that seemed to make any sense in this world.

I didn’t choose to be born a half-blood, nor did they choose to be born outside of royalty. Royalty, the only thing that shields me from any actual harm. That, and the fact that I am their next Alpha. The red glow in my eyes lets them know that the ancients have chosen me, the illegitimate son of their king, to be the heir to the throne and I wield this truth like a sword and use it at every opportunity that my enemies give me. My enemies are everywhere, even in my home, and I have double the number my father has. He is a pure-blood, and therefore he doesn’t have to deal with those pure-blood fanatics like I do. And, as if fate were adding insult to injury, there are those who wish to harm m

It is like I've seen him but I couldn't place his face. Julian sucked in a breath. “That’s him.” “Him?” I muttered. “Who is he?” “The second prince.” The second prince? No wonder I didn't recognize him. The English have the habit of showcasing only the crown prince. “His name is Rowan,” Noah said beside me. “He is a different topic entirely.” I didn’t hear the rest because this boy's gaze lifted and found mine. The moment our eyes met was brief but it felt like it stretched. There was no smile on his face. No challenge or impression. Just a steady, unreadable look that struck like a question I hadn’t realised I was waiting to be asked.

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 fantasy world saying fantasy is for kids and none of this is ever going to happen in your life, o