Novel & Cerita Half-life Fanfiction Crossover

"He said to tell you he's sorry. That he loved you. All three of you. And that he hoped someday you'd forgive him. Even though he knew he didn't deserve it." Emma's eyes burn. She doesn't cry. Won't cry. Not here. Not for him. "He also said something else," Torres continues. "He said Project Angel was never supposed to be permanent. The compound in your blood. It has a half-life. Twenty years. After that, it breaks down. Becomes inert. You'll be normal again. Fully human. No enhancements. No abilities. Just Emma." Emma's heart stops. "What?"

I don’t know what she looks like as I have no pictures of her, so I don’t know if I look anything like her. Having to grow up without a mom made things difficult, but I didn’t realize it until 10 months ago when the only parent I had, my father, died. My dad was a half blood werewolf; meaning his parents were also a mix of a human mother and a werewolf father, resulting in a half blood werewolf. Half bloods may have some or all characteristics of a werewolf of pure blood origins, but each person is different. Some half bloods have wolves and can shift like any pure blood whenever they want. Some can only shift during the full moon and are only able to maintain their wolf form until the moon

He seemed to have aged, looking weaker than I remembered. "The Council has been hiding something for centuries," Kianuk continued, his voice a low rumble. "Something they thought no one would ever discover." "What?" I asked, my heart pounding. He walked towards us, each step deliberate, slow. "The half-bloods aren't just tools to them," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "They're fuel. The Council uses their power to sustain themselves. To stay young. To stay alive." A chill that had nothing to do with the stone walls seeped into my bones. "What do you mean?"

In my previous life, my scientist husband, Ryan Costa, had taken his secretary, Clara Gibson, deep into a high-risk zone to fetch a reagent. I had led an elite squad to escort and protect him the whole way. When a horde of zombies closed in on us, he refused to leave and insisted on waiting for Clara to bring back the reagent. However, Ryan had never successfully developed anything in the past five years. To ensure my squad's and my survival, I knocked him out and hauled him away. When he woke up, he accused me of running away like a coward and had me sent to the stake to be burned.

“Who are you to pass judgement on someone who just resumed today?” He steps closer, getting into her face. “Well for your information, we’re brothers—” “Correction,” Xavier interrupts smoothly. “Half-brothers.” With a scowl, Charles ignores him. “And I’ve known him longer than you. If you let yourself get roped in by his charm, I’ll make sure you’re kicked out faster than he can sleep his way through an entire brothel.” Alara is in complete shock, rooted to a spot as she looks between the half-brothers. She missed the eyebrows and blue eyes. How did she not realize this earlier on?

If she was ever gone. When the sun came up again, millions of people around the world would be safer than they could’ve possibly imagined. The threat the Vampires posed on the innocent was nearly annihilated, and we would continue to stomp out what numbers they had left as quickly as we could. Those people would never know the lengths we went to or the sacrifices we made to make them safe. But that’s what we do here. We fight Vampires. We kill Vampires. Someday, maybe there won’t be any Vampires left, and then I’ll have to find something else to do with my life, but for now, I’m Cassidy Findley, teenager, high school student, half-Vampire, half-Hunter, and I’ll sleep with one eye open, my ha

’ Said Hyacinth again, and her words resonate inside my mind. “So… there were others? Like me?” I muttered, can’t believe what she was just saying. ‘There is plenty of half blood, yes, but less known that can survive as organ donor recipient, and you’re the only known survivor.’ She calmly explained everything to me. ‘They are probably curious about you.’ “Not to mention the heart that I’ve been carrying around is from the powerful luna in the century.” I said to her while scoffing. This whole thing was so ridiculous.

This was a very difficult decision. "If you find it hard to believe me, that's fine, Hanna. Don't force it. Perhaps dying is the best option rather than seeing you feel indecisive like now." Hanna looked at Winter sadly. The look of despair and resignation Winter showed her made Hanna feel a deeper sense of guilt. With one breath, the girl looked at winter as she spoke softly, as if whispering to the wind. "I believe that you are my soul mate." Slowly but surely, the black rose mark on Winter's heart area shone so brightly for a few seconds that Hanna had to close her eyes. Soon the black rose mark disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened before.

Me, his armor should follow him where he would go, where he would rest, together and happily. I ended up the 2500 years old chronicle this day. Now, there would be no more Hadius. There would be no more schemes, no more pains, and no more sacrifices. The thing that would be will be only the joy, the merriness, and only the love, the immortal love of mine, and him. I gently opened my eyes. This might be heaven. Heaven had such a similar builts like that of earth. Why do they even need the fan there? I smiled as I open my eyes and looked around.

I don’t have to be here anymore. Biting into both wrist I let my blood flow freely as it drapes over the broken pieces of ice. The valley in which I appeared shimmers with the color of my blood. I watch as my mates soul heals before my eyes. Near the end I have lost so much blood that I don’t believe I am going to make it. My breathing is shallow and I can barely remain standing. I fall to the ice as I lift me hands weakly. Using the last of my strength I bite into my wrist once more as lift my head. As I cover the last of the cracks I finally succumb to the darkness that I have long awaited.