Novel & Cerita Half-life Fanfiction Crossover

An elusive half-blood needing protection and a secret that could tear the supernatural society. See you soon. The sequel of The other one will officially be published soon. It's titled Alpha Tinders. Here is the blurb... It's been two years since Valerie fell but I still can't let go of her memories. *** When the moon goddess taunts McCoy by instating another HEAT. McCoy meets a 'Second'. He isn't supposed to get one, not after his betrayal. It had to be another taunt and worse... a male Nephilim. An elusive half-blood needing protection and a secret that could tear the supernatural society. See you soon.

she said. "Don't do this Rachel, we have a son together! We are free of that life of blood and blades!" "Blades yes, but the blood will always be a part of us! Aren't you the one who said we need to feed!" Vlad felt how she threw those words back at him, she interpreted it all wrong, she made lust out of the need, and the entire need now made her dark. "We can't even die Vlad... What's your take on that? You gave me this halflife out of pure love, and I will always cherish that, but now you don't follow me, you stand against me?"

Seraphina could barely hear her. “You are saying—” “I carry half of your DNA,” Helena said to Seraphina. Then she looked at Lucian. “And half of his.” Lucian stared at the girl. For the first time since Seraphina had known him, he appeared entirely without language. Helena’s calm fractured. Only slightly. “Say something.” Lucian’s throat moved. “You’re sixteen.” “That is not a response.” “You’ve been alone for sixteen years.” Helena’s eyes filled. She hated it.

Light scattered into dust, then into stars. And then — silence. Riley collapsed to her knees, panting. I caught her before she hit the ground. Her glow faded slowly, leaving behind a faint mark — half gold, half silver — over her heart. She looked up at me, exhausted. “It’s over.” “Not yet,” I said softly. “You’re still here.” “I shouldn’t be,” she whispered. “Half of me belongs to him.” “Then I’ll protect the half that doesn’t.” Her mouth twitched. “You’re insufferable.”

Mom whispers, and I cry even more. Being Harvested was the best thing that ever happened to me. THE END. CHECK OUT FIADH'S STORY- ABANDONED Book 3, Protected, is now in the making

Although he was a dragon now, I still felt compelled to make the first time painless and as completely enjoyable as I could. He was already rather hard down there, although I had done little to him. He was ready and waiting for me, and who was I to argue? Had I been an Ancient One or a werewolf, I might have bitten down on Max’s neck to seal the bond between us. Since I was neither of those things, I instead paused only long enough to cast one last spell. The very essence of our souls split in half. Both of my halves weaved and merged with Max’s until they were one whole again. Once they were done joining with the other, they returned to our bodies. We now shared half of the other.

“What are The Halves?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in, her braid brushing my cheek. “It’s an elitist club. Only half-bloods or born-from-magic students can join. Half-lycan, hybrids, half-fae, half-vampire, half-dragon. Even witches born of magical conception but not full blood. They call themselves a club, but people disappear after joining. They say it’s just for rituals, parties, elite privileges…but my sister told me stories.”

The world's already dark enough, no need to spoon-feed myself more poison. What is normal in a world like this one, where zombies would be the least of our problems? Caleb and Jordan are the new normal as they spend all their free time in an endless party, drinking themselves into the void. Jade looks at me with an icy glance, and it stops me. Just a glance, but it lands. She’s halfway through her second glass, with eyes locked on her date, petting mine. Caleb’s got his mouth on Jordan’s neck now as he blows softly down her skin. Guess all that talk about being excited to see Jade was just noise. Figures.

I don’t sleep. I pace. I write and rewrite a hundred versions of what I want to say—half songs, half confessions, none of them good enough. My notebook looks like I bled out on the page. By the time the sun starts creeping over the edge of the trees, I have a plan. No more playing it safe. No more hiding the parts of myself I think she’ll run from. It’s the last day of the festival. People are hungover, shuffling around camp with sunglasses and half-open beers. Brody tosses me a sideways look when I tell him what I’m about to do.

The wolves at the edge of the forest vanished as quickly as they'd come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But their words lingered in the cold air, settling into my chest like something that would never leave. *The half-blood has defeated her enemy. Now let's see if she can defeat herself.* I stood at the edge of the camp, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words press down on me. Ronan was dead. The war was over. But something was still coming. Something that had been waiting for this moment since before I was born.