Half Blood Prince Plot Novels & Stories

I was supposed to die. Five years ago, my life ended. My husband betrayed me. My child was stolen. My wolf went silent. I was left alone, broken, and terrified. Everyone thought I’d stay that way. They were wrong. I came back to a home that wasn’t mine anymore. My husband had moved on, marrying the cousin who once coveted him… the woman who stole everything I loved. Everything had moved on without me. And then he appeared. Hayes Whitmore— dangerous, strong, impossible to ignore. The bastard prince. He saved me from the monsters that hunted me, but there’s something in him darker than anything I’ve ever faced. Even worse, he’s a Lycan, and I was raised to believe Lycans are enemies. He doesn’t ask me to trust him. He doesn’t beg for my heart. And yet… every time his hand brushes mine, every word he speaks, every heated look he gives me, I feel something I shouldn’t. What I feel for him is forbidden. And yet… I ache for him. I crave him. I need him. Every touch, every glance, every dangerous moment makes me question everything I thought I knew about loyalty, love, and myself. Bound by lies, lust, and anger, I’ll awaken a wolf forged from pain — a wolf that will take back everything stolen from me. And maybe, if I let him, he’ll claim me fully… body, heart, and soul. This isn’t a love story. It’s survival. Obsession. Lust. Revenge. And a desire so dangerous it could destroy us both.

"I don’t love you anymore, Amara." Prince Gilan’s words shattered me. Blinded by love, I did the unthinkable to win him back—but it only pushed him further away. Now, as he prepares to marry Elena, I’m left wondering: Will he ever forgive me? Or has my love cost me everything?

Deprived of his father's love and cursed by a blind witch, Zebulun has had his fair share of hardship and spite in life. Despite being the only heir to his father's throne, he happened to be his father's worst nightmare and the pack’s laughingstock. For who would desire a son that can't see nor speak? Moreso a King! A total disgrace to the royal bloodline and to himself at that. He realized that he wanted to be different, a different kind of King, irrespective of his disability. Just then he met his betrothed’s slave, a girl whose eyes burn with fiery fire and has a skin like silk. Then like a moth attracted to a flame he was lured towards her, but he tried to quench his feral attraction towards her even though he could hardly keep his hands to himself. Slaved and bought by different masters until she got to the last cruel one, Lucinda has seen and heard enough to last a lifetime or two. Hearing the sweet tales of having a mate, she has always looked forward to meeting hers even though she does not have a wolf, never had and it never bothered her. What happens when she meets the blind and mute prince and realizes that he was her mate, what worse? He happened to be her cruel mistress’ betrothed? Will she fight for their bond or run away like she has been running from the origin of her nightmares or will Zebulun fight through the everlasting darkness he has been innocently plunged into and break the curse? Will they both be able to keep their bond a secret or give in to their fated needs? Read to find out…

Hater, stranger, turn into lover. “Such a heartless man,” she said. “Heartless prince...” he corrected as if it is correct. “Heartless that fall into you,” he added. Find a way to support this unexpected love team from this story.

Elara was never loved. Only used. When she discovers her mate, Lucien, plans to kill her after draining her cursed blood, she runs into the forbidden forest and straight into the arms of the one man she was taught to fear. Alaric Ashford. The enemy. The ruthless Alpha who thrives on destruction. She saves him from death itself...and seals her own fate. Because one touch of her blood awakens something dark in him. Possessive. Unforgiving. Obsessed. “You saved me,” he murmurs, “so now you’re mine.” But Elara has a secret even he doesn’t know—one that could either heal his curse...or destroy everything between them.

"There will come a time when this ugly and cruel fellow will bow at my feet and feel honored to be in the same place as me, breathing in the same air as I'll be doing. You wrote this?" asked Alpha Benna. Kiara remained silent. "I want to hear it from your own lips, Kiara Yezus. Do you want your life to be ruined? I'll have you tortured to the extent that you'll beg for death." He meant it. In this mind-gripping novel, Kiara Yezus, after escaping her cruel father's clutches, wages an epic war with her new alpha, who bought her as his slave. While running for her freedom, she stumbles upon a ruthless Lycan prince. "Bear me a child, Kiara, and I'll turn your dream into reality." He proposed a deal. Will Kiara be able to bear an heir to the Lycan and get her freedom? Find out! You can read my other books as well. Rejected (Completed although abandoned halfway) Luna Returns (Completed) The lycan series consisting of two books Book 1: Banished by Her Cruel Alpha King(Completed) ; Book 2: Vengeance on the Cruel Alpha King (Ongoing)

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded. So, when I was ordered to become his blood servant under the title of his fiancée, I made a call to my father. “In seven days,” I said, my voice clear and final in the dark, “make the name Elena Rossi disappear from this city. From vampire’s world. Forever.” In seven days, when Vincent finds his precious living blood bank gone, he went insane. And this decade-long game of predator and prey… will have a new set of rules.

This is a world ruled by werewolves, where werewolves dominate humans, even keeping them as their human pets. Amelia is an orphan raised as a pet, and her coming-of-age ceremony is fast approaching, which means she is about to face a life-changing decision. She wants to take control of her own fate and tries to escape, but in the process, she unexpectedly saves another human slave who is also trying to flee. Owen, the Alpha prince of this nation, never imagined that he would be saved by a human girl. She thought he was a runaway slave, and the whole situation seemed like a joke to him. Owen decides to take Amelia with him, to save her and make her his human pet, offering her a comfortable life. But Amelia never asked for any of this.

" me." The words slipped out of her , past her lips, before she could do anything about it. Lancelot's eyes widened. He saw a golden ring form around Ziko's eyes; that was not a good sign. "What did you say?" She took one step towards him, slowly closing the gap between them. He wished she'll stop, still he wished she wouldn't. She didn't say anything, she just continued to walk towards him. Did she really know what she was getting herself into? Lancelot thought to control himself. He wasn't going to lose himself to her, he would have a shower and the bulging in his pants would reduce. Roxanne planted herself in front of Lancelot, she could feel his eyes burn through her skin. She wanted him now, and despite the indifferent look he tried to put up, the growth in his pants said otherwise; he wanted her too. "I said..." She placed a hand on his cheek. Lancelot's eyes fell to her lips and lingered there, so he saw them form the next words that came out of her mouth. " me." Ziko growled within him. He saw her bite her lower lip faintly, right before he lost every ounce of self control. ' it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.