Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince 소설 & 이야기

"yes you are, you are our prince" "Prince of what? What kingdom is this?" "Hades" "you said I am half human? What is the other half?" "demon" "Demon? I am half demon, how could this be?" "we don't know the details, we only know that your father the king told us that he had a son with a human woman" "where is my father?" "he is not available at the moment" "I can't believe this" Theodore staggered, the sword fell from his hand and floated back upwards.

Dead, winged creatures and crows – lots and lots of crows, dropped from the heavens like flies. My heart lunged into the wall of my chest as I watched from the kitchen window. "This can't be good," I muttered. The first thing that drew my attention from my comfy couch a moment before was the unusual clap of thunder and the over-bright lightning, flashing in the sky and illuminating the grounds as clear as day. It was quite awe-inspiring and um... frightening. And that was saying something for a powerful witch like me. But right now, I wasn't thinking as a witch, but as a lone woman in her home up a mountain in solitude. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I saw a massively built half-man,

Yes her father was the king, but her mother was thought to be a low-born concubine who her father had taken, not at all being aware that she was actually a witch. Dora inherited her red vampiric eyes from her father but unknown to anyone else but her contact in the kingdom of Elfina, she could also use magic even if the capacity was somewhat little. “I need to protect myself. How else am I going to make sure that the Kingdom of Blodinek falls,” Dora thought already dreaming of ruling it in accordance with the deal she made with Elfina. Her half-brothers would be killed off, and Dora couldn’t wait. She had no sort of affection for anyone within the walls.

I reached for the shelves tagged Spell Books on Curses and took out one that caught my eye. It was a hardcover book. The cover was black, and on it was a gold imprint of a spell bottle. "Is it not funny how we keep meeting in unexpected places?" Prince Daryl's voice was small, careful not to enrage the librarian whose hawk eyes followed every movement of the students in the library. But even when it was a whisper, it still sent stills of caresses down my spine. "Perhaps you are stalking me, your Highness," I said, struggling to keep a blank face.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

“It is not a question of if. It is a question of who.” The realization struck Rael with the force of a storm. The book had burned against his hands. The words had reshaped for him. The Hollow Crown had seen him. And it had chosen. A terrible understanding settled over him. His fingers curled around the book, knuckles white. “No,” he whispered. “It can’t be me.” The shadows trembled. The Crown pulsed again, its glow intensifying. Vame’s voice was quieter this time, almost mournful. “It already is.”

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.

“Come here. Look at this bloody thing.” From behind a half-collapsed gravestone, Iris emerged, brushing dirt from her palms. “What is it now? Did the battery go flat again?” “No,” Ron muttered, holding the wand out toward her like it was contaminated. “It picked up something. A reading. From the girl.” Iris blinked. “What girl?” “Moira’s niece. Lila.” At that, Iris’s expression shifted. She stepped forward quickly, snatching the wand from his hand and tilting it toward the light. The small, enchanted dial at its center was still pulsing faintly, yes, but unmistakably.

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.