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

“A long time ago, there was another like you. He was the first hybrid. He did great things… but also terrible things. When the world fell into chaos because of his hunger for more power, the Faiths formed a council and determined he needed to be executed to save it. Many Faiths died in the great war, but they succeeded and killed the half-blood. Since you are the only one of your kind, your parents didn’t want you to suffer the same fate.” I was taken aback. I was not the only one. Did Otis not know? “I’m not the only half-blood, Otis. Osprey is one as well. I saw it.” Otis scoffed and looked at me like I was making a story up. Did he not believe me? “Impossible! We would have known. Besides

“You don’t just have a trace of vampiric heritage. You are a half blood, a hybrid. One of your parents must have been a vampire.” “That is impossible!” I wrote. “The tests don’t lie,” the first healer said, “and we ran them twice to be completely certain.” “No,” I wrote. “I am sorry that you had to find out like this,” the first healer said. “If you are finding it out just now,” the second healer said. “What?” I wrote. “How is it that you have never noticed anything different about yourself?” the second healer asked. I shook my head. “I know I am different,” I wrote. “I have never spoken a word and not a single healer has ever been able to say why.”

My voice cracked, thin, almost childlike. Killian’s eyes—storm gray, always unyielding—now softened, though his body radiated tension, as if one wrong move could break us both. He reached for me, his bloodstained hand curling gently against my cheek. “What’s inside you… It’s waking. You’ve carried it all your life, Aria. You just didn’t know.” Tears pricked my eyes, hot and unwanted. “Half-blood,” I whispered. The word felt like poison on my tongue. “What does that even mean? Half of what?”

I didn't want to correct him that it was my plan because taking appreciation from them was the last thing in my mind at that moment. "Great!" I responded, nodding my head. "I can smell that half of you are scared of me because of my connections with vampires. But I mean no harm to anyone. I'm a half-vampire, and I can't change that fact about me, but at the same time, I'm half...." I couldn't complete the sentence and fell unconscious. 'Not great timing. I knew.' . #TBC

She sighed and sat next to me, and we looked at each other. "I think they need to be eradicated, Jasper. No offence, but I doubt our world would be safe dealing with feral wolves that cannot be tamed," She said, averting her gaze from mine, and I knew why she would say something like that. My episode in Derbyshire still hunted her, and I doubted if that fear would ever go away. I understood perfectly well. I was regarded as a halfbreed, even though my father was half Ace wolf and not the full thing. I might have killed her if I was the full thing. That ugly truth lurked in our minds even though we did not choose to speak of it. I knew it.

"Bit by bit. A letter here, a flashback there. But I never acknowledged it. To me, I was just Anna. I didn't want to be a piece on their board." She finally turned to look at Sophie, her McKinnley eyes softening but remaining intensely blue. "If I had told you, it would have made it harder to leave. I was never human, Soph. And I’m not welcome in either world that made me. To the witches, I’m a stain. To the wolves, I’m an abomination. I had every intention of taking my inheritance and vanishing into the static. Alone." Sophie’s eyes filled with tears. "Then why didn't you go? Why are we here?"

He cursed under his breath, grabbed the bag from me, and walked back into his room, shutting the doors behind him. The rest of the evening was a blur to me, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. My mind kept on racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit. How could they do this? Couldn't they care about our Pack's wellbeing? During dinner, I watched in disgust how these so called brothers of my grandfather were laughing and smiling with my family. I couldn't just shake of the feeling that our pack was in grave danger. I thought of talking to someone in the family, but they'll hate me, besides no one was going to believe me. After all I was the "half-breed".

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

See, It's not my fault that I'm a half-blood. I too 'had' a normal life just like you until a series of action thriller mega-fantasy stuff started to happen in my life out of nowhere. Trust me, being normal is better than all this. Being a half-blood for real is pretty...I don't need to say that, because my brother has actually told all about it, so no. Let me warn you too. If you are reading this to become a half-blood, please don't do this, you are going to be in great danger, it's better if you go to the kitchen, take a knife and stab yourself. But if you are a person who doesn't believe in a fantasy world saying fantasy is for kids and none of this is ever going to happen in your life, o

For now, they would try as much as possible to keep Ophelia out of such discussions until necessary. Nick recounted the story Ophelia had told him about the attack. What stunned Aaron the most was the existence of the half-bloods. Was it possible to create something from a race wiped out for over a century? What kind of sick, twisted, and diabolical ploy was at play? “Why did this information not get mentioned at the summit?” Aaron queried. They were all plagued by the same questions. If half-bloods attacked, why did nobody know? “What was the report of the Council of the South?” Aaron asked again.