Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Book Half Blood Prince

Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect. “Fuck I feel like The Half-blood Prince made this shit.” Once that eye is good, I switch to the other. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much since I didn’t rub it, but I still put the drops in it. Then I grab my glasses. And put them one, and before you ask yes, they are in fact very Potter like. Only they are thin wire circles rather than the thick plastic Harry were. My fall more than him and I don’t have a wand or magic spell to fix them. So, wire was needed.

Alys asked him quietly, as she ran her fingers over the carvings, staring at them in wonder. “This is a supernatural shop. Our warlock friend runs it and he sells all sorts of books on the different beings, as well as all manner of other things. I thought it would be good for you to come here and maybe we can get you a book on werewolf history so you can learn more on our species, and I am hoping to find one on Half Bloods.” Aiden explained. He knocked three times before turning the handle and walking in.

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

She only hoped they would be able to walk away in the wretched arena without a single scratch – she truly hoped. “I GIVE YOU the Nether World’s prince, heir to the Prideful Territory and the only offspring of our demon king Lucifer the Prideful, Damon the Prideful!” The plump goblin merchant announced over the podium as soon as he saw the silhouette of the Halfling prince appeared. His thin chapped lips crack a full-blown grin when his eyes met with a pair of lilac orbs from the lower bleachers. The grin on his lips widened when he watched the agonizing footsteps of the Halfling prince towards the center of the arena.

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.

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

Helen’s POV I still can't believe, everything that happened in the ceremony. How come a common Omega got chosen by the Prince's dragon while I was chosen by just an assistant dragon... Even though he was a cousin to the Prince, that didn't make a difference. He wasn't full of power because he was not! He is just a toy boy that runs errands and follows rules and instructions given to him by the king and queen, even the prince himself! Oh my gosh! I hate this!