Harry Potter Book Half Blood Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

I tell him. "The birthplace of magic? The book never mentioned that. Though that would explain the Fae's ability to grant others magic through deals," he says. "If you're looking for more information on the world tree I have other books you can read," I say. "Well then after I finish this one you'll have to show me the others," he responds. "Gladly," I laugh.

“Ugh, I need The Draught of Peace.” “I wish there was such a thing. I could use it on Blake Ryan.” I had not had a chance to search for him, but something out of The Half-Blood Prince’s poison book would come in handy. Jess suddenly stopped stabbing the poor lemon; a question appeared on her face mixed with confusion. “Blake Ryan? What is up with Blake Ryan?”

The prince was from the south so they also uncover the first prince’s past in the second novel. I remember myself crying in happiness when the author decided to publish a book where the first prince is the MC and was among the first buyer when the hard copy had finally out for sale. Because, the first prince is my crush after all! Though, I remembered the ingredients were hard to find as it was located in three other continents and the last ingredients is “The pure-hearted’s blood.” Which was the MC, Cecilia Istvan’s blood. But I can’t enter the capital or even get close to Cecilia so what am I supposed to do? I do remember me accompanying Avery to attend the ball in my last few days, but by

The huge half-blooded Werewolf took a bone-shattering blow instead that came from out of nowhere. Gallas bellowed in outrage and swung around him wildly, not caring the least that he looked as if he was attacking mindlessly. But his sword continued slicing away at nothing. His opponent's movements were beyond what his eyes could follow. How could that be? The half-blood was incensed, unable to accept that someone – a non-half-blood, at that – was faster than him. It was incomprehensible that he, a half-blood, could no longer land a blow on this useless traitor prince.

"What do you mean she's awakened? I thought Ivy was the one with the book. She's just a lowly Omega who can't even shift. I doubt she's the one you're looking for." Aaliyah brought down her hands and the floating objects went down with her. They came crashing down on the floor, spilling it's content. "I finally understand what's going on. The half blood didn't die. She survived without her energy and the book has been with her all along. I couldn't find her because of the spell." "A half blood? Is that even real?" Marco asked, obviously stunned. He had heard about the existence of a half blood but it ended as just a rumor since nobody had ever seen her.

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.

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

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.