Half-ghost Half-human Novels & Stories

He did look like he had rejuvenated and I furrowed my brow as I asked him what he meant. “Well, I can only collect life energy from a human,” he said firmly, and I gave him a frown. “But I'm not human so what gives?” Shrugging, he said, “Maybe you're a halfling with a wolf.” “And that means?” Gathering me into his arms he smiled and said, “That you are half fae and half human who was bitten by a werewolf.” Frowning, I said, “Then my birth certificate would be wrong.”

He asked. I saw myself in the reflection of his eyes even though it was dark, and I couldn't believe what I looked like. I am half-human and half-beast with four faces, thousands of tongues, and eyes. With countless wings. I can’t recognize myself anymore and I didn’t expect to see my true form. My eyes are all black and my Volumina Fumi keeps on coming not just from my hands but from all over my body. “Your angel of death” I answered.

Her small eyes were noticeable to her. "They are Vaughn's twin girls. The gray -haired woman is Cosima Leona Vaughn who is quiet in Vaughn. Silent but deadly. Then the other blonde -haired woman, Marchesa Leana Vaughn is the noisiest in the whole Vaughn but now she just looks like that because she's still in the hallway. But when she's sitting at their table, expect her voice to be strong. Unlike the three of them, those two are Half Vampire and half Witch. to the father. Their mother is different. " Lit said so I nodded. I saw how Leana snapped a finger while Leona was holding Leana's shoulder and in a flash they were up there.

I shuddered slightly and gave myself a pep talk before walking toward the direction where I heard the growls coming from. The deeper I walked into the tunnel, the louder the growls became, fueling the dread and fear that was gradually building within me. According to the maids, they said his current appearance was that of half human, half lycan. They said he could not change back completely into his human form when the Queen succeeded in bringing him back to his senses after he went rampage.

“I’m punishing my disrespectful little niece.” And then Rebecca stood in front of me. The color drained from my face as I stared at her. Our kind were known as half humans and half wolves, but we could either shift into full wolves or remain as humans. But the Rebecca in front of me was neither a wolf nor a human, but both of them at once.

"Hell, I am different, and it turns out no matter where I am, in the human realm or here, I will never fully belong." "That's not true." I tried to comfort him. He turned and jumped back into the stairway. "Hard like a rock so I'm unable to be with a human and here?" He glanced at his back. "No wings." He laughed harshly. "I'm half gargoyle and half human. Neither place will ever fully fit me." He started up the stairs.

“She's a true hybrid. She's a demon, angel, and human, but only a tiny smidge is human. You, Ana, are what we call a halfling. You're half-human and half-demon. A halfling is a hybrid of sorts but nothing like Misha. Ana looks at me firmly, “I will make her comfortable. You go dry yourself off because we need to talk.”

Deciding that pulling the identity of the beast from Bog would probably be easier than pulling his own identity from him, Brandon changed tactics. “The creature wasn’t a werewolf. What was it?” he asked. “It’s a cousin, of sorts,” Bog explained, relieved to have the focus taken from him. “It is called hum-wolf... half human and half wolf.” “And it comes from...?” Brandon pressed. “The boundary between here and Shadow Land,” Bog explained. “We’re close then?” Brandon asked. “Very close.” Bog replied.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

She was young, probably twenty-four or twenty-five when she lost her life, such a young age and still full of life, but then it’s gone. “Hyacinth, I need to ask you something.” I cleared my throat, and asked her, “I know from Zahra that I was only half human. Do you know about this?” She nodded her head and put her teacup on the tray. ‘As a matter of fact, I do. That’s why the heart could safely transplant to your body. Half of your blood is a mystic blood.” “Really? Then what am I? half werewolf?” I asked her, with peaked curiosity.