Half-ghost Half-human Novels & Stories

That made me look at him. “She can scream at us, heck, she can curse us. She can despise what she’s become.” His voice dropped lower, taking a slow step. “But she’ll be breathing.” Silence settled between us. I sank into the chair beside the wall, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. Hybrid. Half werewolf. Half vampire. What would that even look like? Would her wolf survive the ritual? Or would vampirism drown it out? Would she look at me and still see me?

I asked. “No, she’s a witch,” I gasped at the information from Tyler, “She’s a half-blood witch, her father a normal human while her mother a witch. The story of Harry Potter and his legacy was overly famous back then and she was very intrigued by it. Once when she was with her great grandmother she stole a time turner and got in it. You know how it works, right? She traveled to the past and future of Harry Potter, noting everything, and finally, when she went back home she wrote it into papers later publishing it into a book due to financial problems. She’s indeed a legend for writing those into words and describing every single thing very detailed however when her grandmom got to know abou

The creature resembled neither a human nor a ghost. The Violet Rain Bird’s expression turned grim, its massive body trembling. “Be careful, Master Adrian. This is a Human Ghoul.” A Human Ghoul was a humanoid monster classified as a type of daemonic beast. Its sharp fangs and black eyes presented a truly frightening sight. As the creature growled, Adrian's gaze turned icy. “You really think you’re something?” He charged at the beast.

“AWWW! Osiris, what the hell? You scared the shit outta me. Why are you here? Why are you standing in the shadows of my front porch? What the hell?” “You said that already.” “Ok, what the hell? Saying I said that already isn’t an answer, and that was creepy.” “Sorry, my fault. You couldn’t sense me at all?” “No. I’m half-human and don’t have a wolf, you know this.” “Hey guys.”

The other party nodded, "Mr. Huang is an old-timer in our line of work." Old ghost Huang didn't have a proper name, because of some ability, those who knew him were addressed with a name of Huang Half Immortal, only that this man was very evil even though he had a high degree of humanity, and his character was also extremely poor, invariably he got more than one nickname of old ghost Huang. Murong Cheng pondered for a moment and said to him, "I was at Old Ghost Huang's place, and bought a soul vessel, but the soul body, is now in another person."

He hated crowds, as much as his engraved displeasure for socializing, and this pact had him braced against a wall. He made certain to officially be a part, exactly thirty minutes since he went through the tall ass gate, as being the whole "make-an-entrance-all-eyes-on-you" kinda guy, wasn't his strongest suit. He liked being a ghost: slip in unseen, loiter undetected, and disappear without a trace. But the situation he was currently in, didn't permit enough room to be lost in the shadows. It was one that somewhat required his presence. It had been seven minutes, and no sliver of Yve was seen after he made a quick scan of the whole mansion, from the porch, golf yard sized living room, kitchen

He had just scared him out of his wits a moment ago, so he had to be careful in his move this time. Joseph Andrews! By this time, you might have already understood how powerful these supernatural beings are! “ He is half vampire and half human, which makes him even more powerful than his vampire parents. You should try and understand that it is not an easy task to try to trap him or behead him. I called him in the sunlight, thinking that he was a pure vampire, but by his looks and actions, I learned that he was just a half vampire, making him much stronger than the pure vampires. He could easily tolerate the sunlight, like we humans. Had he been a pure vampire, he would have had half of his

They emerged into the Half-Market. It was a cavernous sprawl that defied every law of human architecture. Above them, the "ceiling" was a swirling vortex of deep indigos and shimmering greens, an internal aurora borealis that Sophie couldn't stop staring at. Flittering lights,small, trapped spirits or perhaps just pockets of concentrated mana,danced like fireflies against the impossible height. "Keep your eyes forward, Soph," Anna warned, her voice barely a whisper. "The Half-Market isn't a place for tourists. People here don't care about the law, but they’re very interested in debt."

Abigail asked, as Sin followed me out of the room. “Ask him.” I bit out angrily as something flew off the wall, shocking me. What the hell was that? I looked at my hands, then at Abigail, who smiled as if she knew what was happening. “You are not human?” Sin asked me, confused, as he approached me. "What do you mean, not human? Of course, I’m bloody human, what else would I be?" Abigail smiled, "You, my dear, are a witch, or to be more accurate, a half witch."

I was losing faith in finding victory. “The hybrids are training, whether they will be ready in time is another story, but we need them to fight the demon dogs,” Jasper the Alpha of Bhakhil begins to explain and update me on the large number of half-humans, half-shifters that resided in Bhakhil.