I Didn't Want To Be A Halfblood Novels & Stories

"Because of your bloodline? Or because of your wealth?" In that moment, my wolf chose her. Not for her looks, not for her scent, but for her sincerity. But I ruined everything. With my own arrogance and prejudice, I pushed her away, step by step. When she told me she was a half-blood, my first thought wasn't acceptance, but worry about what the pack would think. When Willow came back, my first thought wasn't rejection, but nostalgia for my pureblood past. When Sophie questioned me, my first thought wasn't self-reflection, but to shut her down with my Alpha authority.

What really am I? “Not by chance, I am just starting to get every piece of the puzzle”, I stared back at him. I saw his face, confused and afraid, “Half-blood, What is a half-blood?” I added then gave him a serious look. His expression seems to be something, as his eyes widened, “It's a very very complicated story, I...uh,” he was about to say something but his phone rang and he said it was a call from IW, I need to report to IW as soon as possible. I could complain, I've been home for days and I've never had a chance to take a walk then another mission, or at least that's what I thought.

Half-bloods were extremely rare, in the sense that they usually die a few days after their birth. The crown prince, on the other hand, was a sight to behold. He was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous in every sense. His eyes were a bright silver that was warm and kind at the same time. His long silver hair had blue streaks among them and his long eyelashes were silver.

Closing the book, I recite the curse, “The one to break the curse was born with no family but yet makes one with little to no help. This person has a pure heart but also has pain. One who will learn more and give back more than receive more, tortured and beaten, mistreated for being nothing more than a half-ling but befriends more creatures than anyone could know. Learn to adapt to those around you; you will know who you are because we are similar then they may think. Fear for loved ones shows three sets of wings that go well with our bat ears. Welcome to the new age.” Going over it once again but stopping after the first line, ‘born with no family yet makes one with little to no help. This

"I'm not a werewolf." "Really?" Tom raised a brow. "I'm a half blood, a human to be exact, maybe that was why my father had abandoned me all this years and when he felt like he needed an omega for his pack he climbed up and picked me." A little sob escape his lips, those were the sad truth, those were the hurting reality. He shouldn't have gone. But what could a weak person do. Yes he was a weakling.

I said. "I'll admit that I was once envious of you. I mean, my parents were both faeries but you're a half blood. Our father loved you the most. I'm a pure blood but I wasn't given the power of the chimaera. You're a half blood but you're so powerful. But I realized that I just had to get over it. You deserve the spotlight. You know deep down that I would never do that to you if I was in my right mind" he choked out.

Gwen said. Chaz and Nana could make a drink that can heal muscle pains and such. Ms. Durrant could scent a half-blood. I guessed being a half-blood was a huge disadvantage because I couldn’t have the power of these werewolves. “I’ll try to ask my father too. We are friends. We should care about you.” Aki smiled. Our fists bumped into each other. Every day, more and more people are coming out for me. Who really am I? …

There wasn’t anything else aside from this last line. If the Goddess fated, may everything align. ༺═──────────────═༻ I couldn’t force myself to sleep that night. I stayed in the living room, a coffee in my hand, and waited for the sun to rise. I wanted to write about the dreams, or the possible message the Goddess could be trying to reach me. I’d only come to one conclusion: this was the curse of being a half-blood, and I couldn’t do anything about it. It wasn’t like I could just turn back time and prevent my mom from getting pregnant. I was here before I even knew, and I didn’t have a choice. But Harvey was pure-blooded –– an alpha, even –– and he mentioned the same experience. That meant I

Half-witch? She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that she had proven that half-bloods were real. She couldn’t believe that Denver was among them. Shea grew up feeling scared of the half bloods and thinking that they were only part of the South. However, how did it come to be that Denver was among them? She was about to ask him that, but he continued. “It is part of our secret, Shea. How can a royalty be half blood, right? Especially a half witch. But we are. The very reason why we are cursed.” Denver spoke to her seriously.

bearable. "Well, I liked to think of myself as an ascetic," she said. "An ascetic?" I looked up from my book with a raised eyebrow. "Like those Indian gurus who starve themselves to free their souls?" "Something like that," she just shrugged. "Maybe I should be an anorexic vampire then," I murmured to myself. Octavia muffled a laugh. "We're half-blood," she said, "We don't feed off humans." "Doesn't come naturally to me," I said. "Didn't you just say I'm quite different?"