Harry Potter Book Half Blood Prince Romane & Geschichten

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

King Draco and his close ally, King Adriel, waits at the front end of the room where all items and symbols for the spell, including an altar where the crown of Elowen sets on top, are set ready for the incarnations. "Look, the Princess must have drained every drop of that wretched human's blood," King Elon says with a joyous laugh. "I told you women crave me like bees crave honey. Without me -" "Let's cast this spell before the blood dries or worse rots," King Draco hastily takes the bottle of blood from King Elon and moves back to the altar. Inside the pot engraved with magical incarnations are potions and other substances of witchery awaiting the heir's blood to make the spell complete. Dr

Even Antonio and Benigno seem more human than her,’ Enrique grumbles. I smile, stifling a giggle. Now’s not the time to laugh, but he is so adorable. He jumps down first, and I jump after. He catches me, although I would have been fine, and places me down as we look around at what appears to be a dirty, small room. It’s extremely dusty, yet it holds countless books and boxes. I recognise the symbols on one of the books, my eyes widening. These are grimoires! What is this place?

He’s a dirty blond who always seems to be just passing through. "I can’t believe you're fighting over a lousy beer, Harry," A blond woman shrieks, coming to stand beside the other guy. She can barely get a word in edgewise between the midsts of blood coming from her guy’s broken jaw. I contemplate stopping the fight but realize that the beer must be good if their fighting over it.

The sorcerer’s voice is raspy, hollow, as if spoken from a grave. Marco nods without hesitation. He gently raises the infant, holding him as though presenting him to the gods. “The blood of a Lycan prince. As pure as it gets.” The sorcerer extends his hand. Long, skeletal fingers brush against the child’s forehead. The little boy sobs louder now, his tiny body wriggling in distress. Stephen feels bile rise in his throat. “Perfect,” the sorcerer whispers, almost reverent. “The blood that will rewrite destiny.”

They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation. “Yes. Delwyn,” Talen said quietly. “Her hair has grown,” Harry announced. “Most of it at least. It’s an improvement.” “Prince Harithen,” the woman with a half-shaved head covered in tattoos smiled slightly. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” “Prince,” Jules’ eyebrows raised. “Once, long, long ago,” Harry stroked their hand over Jules’ dark hair. “I was meant to be a king.” “We’re looking for August,” Aislen interrupted.

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”

"He's not like the other princes, his appearance far out-shined them along with his abilities, physical and mental. He was known as an evil genius before." "Why evil?" "Well, you see, ... his highness is not," he paused and gave a Alexis a careful stare, "you mustn't treat his highness any different after you hear this." "Okay?" She tilted her head, in wonder. "His highness is only a half-blooded human..." "...so what's the other half?" "Elf..." "Oh, that's why he's so..." Alexis eyes brightened at the one thing that seemed to make any sense in this world.

Absentmindedly, William stroked his hair as his thoughts started to wander to the past. *** "William, no matter what anyone says... You are the prince's son and you should keep your chin up. Your hair may be a slightly darker shade in comparison to your father but what matters is that your blood are the same. You are royalty." Lilith said to William as she stroked William's hair. William glanced up at his mother with wide teary eyes as he nodded silently. He had been called a bastard child due to his hair colour that didn't match his father despite being of royal blood by other children his age during his tea party with the nobles.