I Didn't Want To Be A Halfblood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You just lived off the ashes of others.” Her husband stood, face dark. “Watch your mouth.” Kael moved then, blocking his path. “She doesn’t have to,” he said. The tension cracked. Voices rose. Elders murmured to each other, unsure whose side to take. Mirah pointed at me. “You think they’ll believe you? You’re half-blood , human not even half blood . Your mother was a nobody in her pack. Nothing you say matters.” “All these is not new to you, forgotten how you also tried to my son many times?

I screamed as my other leg broke, "Please, make the pain go away. Just end me." "Shut up, bloody hell," he cut me a glare, "I would kill you, especially now that you're begging for me to do so but, fuck. Zen is right, I can't bring myself to do that. So relax. You're going to be okay." "How do you know that?" I bit out, a thin layer of cold sweat coating my skin. "Because when I was sixteen I went through the same thing and turned out bloody fucking great if you ask me," he kept his distance but dropped onto his knees, "turns out the half blood has a beast in her after all."

Well at least that haven’t changed, school is school, there’s human bullies and supernatural bullies, the vampires were never nice to me since I’m a half breed. Well it’s very rare to find a pure blood one, half breeds are very common, not just half human, I knew someone who was half fey, he was not someone to be messed with, especially with his bad temper. But me being only a half human, kids at school tended to make fun of me, in other words I was bullied before but I never really cared, it never got in my face of living a happy life.

He’s shirtless, just in some shorts as if maybe he’d just been hunting with his wolf. “You’re doing the right thing,” he simply says, as I rise to my full height. I don’t need him to tell me that. Since I met Harlow it’s all I’ve thought about. I used to bug both Anna and Penelope to put out feelers for me, see if it were even possible. But seeing as I’m the only true born half breed like this, no one knows what to make of it. The vampire part of me more than got to live out its desires, have its fun. Look where it got us.

Exactly what he wanted all this time. Maybe this was what he needed. He was tired of fighting against the curse of death. Indeed, he had managed to live as a half-blood witch for a year longer than the average half-blood witch. But he was tired of having to worry about his family. He was constantly weighed down by the pressure from society, which constantly belittled him for his mixed blood. He longed to be a better support to Isaac, to stand by his side and give him the help he needed. He was not the strongest witch or a high warlock.

But here’s the thing: my near tears had nothing to do with how lovely I looked. No, I was on the verge of tears because this wasn’t my dream come true—it was my nightmare. I wasn’t some dress-loving, wedding-obsessed girl who dreamed of a big white wedding. I’d never even liked dresses. And here I was, about to marry James Nighthawk, the son of our Pack’s Alpha. The next Alpha, to be precise.

"But as much as I want that to be possible, I can't let you take such risk." "What do you mean?" Kalista whispered. "Remember what you are," Salem explained as she moved her glowing hands over Jade's body. "You are a halfblood. The reason why your kind is not meant to exist is because of the power you carry. Being a halfblood makes you extremely powerful, that is why your body was able to house the power of the gem." "Are you saying no other creature can? Not even the most powerful lycan?" Kalista asked incredulously.

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.

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

I groaned. “Then how can you tell that we aren’t going to work out?” he pressed. “I’m a half-breed,” I stated. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. I wasn’t born full-blood like you or the rest of the pack. I was ridiculed and ostracized for it my entire life. I had to run away from that pack because of it. This pack… it doesn’t accept me and they never will.”