Half Book Novels & Stories

"The Half-Market isn't a place for tourists. People here don't care about the law, but they’re very interested in debt." They moved through the press of the crowd. It was a sensory overload. Stall after stall offered jars of bioluminescent lichen, bundles of "true-sight" herbs, and ointments that could heal a wound or melt a soul. Anna kept her hood low, her backpack heavy with the few belongings she had managed to save.

After all I was the "half-breed" As soon as I was done cleaning up the dinning table after dinner, I was finally allowed to go home. I excused myself and then headed for my mother's den, which was at the outskirts of the Pack. The next morning, the Pack's hall buzzed with activities. Everyone was making preparations for the festival.

Usually he would have cut it in half, but wanted her to have the whole and not the half. “ the whole and not the half, my sweet girl.” he said, and raised the apple to her mouth. She held his gaze for a moment and reached for the apple. “ the whole and not the half.” he repeated, “ that’s what i want with Aine. that’s all i want with Aine.” he heaved out a breath and thought for a moment about his encounter with Rhoda that afternoon. What had she said, About not making any promises?

I beckon her over, "Sorry to interrupt, you know I love that you're so good at all this, but you should meet my new friend Mid. She's great." "Ah, Lion's daughter. I can't believe it," she mumbles, turning to Mid, who comes approaching us with unsure, slow steps. Gemma whispers, "Why does she smell human?" "She’s only half-wolf," I reply, and when Mid is close I pull away from Gemma to hug her once more because I can't stop. She's too adorable not to. I want to keep her by my side all the time like a stuffed animal, "Midnight, this is my good friend Gemma. She's my promoter’s daughter, my classmate in college and my lover from time to time."

For me, it's quite confusing and strange that few vampire rebels against the vampire king. After finishing my dinner, she picked up all the dishes. She was quiet the entire time and looked lost in her own thoughts. I walked to pick up the book which I left incomplete in the afternoon, but I saw her standing still staring at the tray, creasing her forehead. She was staring at no particular point. She is really worried about it.

"Mr. Powell, the blood tracks lead outside and all the way to the main road. If Mrs. Powell tried to get to the hospital by herself, that means that she's most probably stuck on Goldway Street." After a slight moment of hesitation, Reggie continued and said, "A-According to my calculations… If Mrs. Powell doesn't undergo a D&C procedure within half an hour, I'm afraid that she might lose her life…"

Kei smiled again seeing Shima getting happier. He looked back at the page about the magical half. Kei looked at Freddy. He has read this book a lot and he already knows how to call the name of a djin or demon in himself. He just needs to know who this half -magician really is. Finally the answer after a few weeks ago had been answered, he did not think there was info about the magic half in this book. He can't continue reading, he needs a break for half an hour or maybe after school hours. He needs to continue reading and memorizing at home only.

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Perhaps the words are readable only to me, unlike the other red book. This realization makes the whole thing even more ominous than before. "I guess it's only me who can read this one." "How convenient," she quips sarcastically again. I laugh at her joke and the eye roll she adds at the end, before looking down and feeling the pages. A rush of power pulses through my hands, and I take a deep breath. "I've realized the book is divided into two halves, in a way," I begin explaining to her. "The first part seems like a journal of some sort, and the second part holds things that look like incantations and rituals."

After I got it I pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table near it by the window. "Deceptive," I read in the written title of the book, I opened it in turn and what popped up to me was a picture of a large creature that was half human and wolf, its body full of feathers. “He has no death, to this day he is still alive, trying to save the woman he first loved and wants to be with for life,” I read here. There was some spark that flowed through my being. I wasted no more time and I opened the book, but my torn eyebrows met its pages, even if I looked over and over I could not read anything, until I got to the back of the book and there was I noticed a very small letter.