Look I Didn't Want To Be A Half Blood Novels & Stories

He shrugged slightly. "I'm a half-blood, did you forget? Of course, I'm bound to have silver hair as well," he stated and she beamed. They both chatted and laughed light-heartedly. They were unaware of the fact that Anya was watching them with fire in her eyes. She'd never felt so envious.

But that is not my fault. I smiled when I realized everything. "They tried to kill me but they didn't know biting me is a suicide." They are also taking a suicide if they wanted to bite me. All this time, I didn't know that my blood was worse than some other poisonous thing. But having this kind of blood, where did I get it? Or maybe my blood is really poisonous to their vampires. I didn't think much and called Rogelou, one of the students I was scared when I found out he had killed his step father.

Standing beside them, all clad in black would look weird. Marlowe traced Anthony's gaze to me, and frowned like I was the latest disappointment he had adopted. “ You must be the human.” Anthony said, making Luke and Lupita turn their gazes to me as well. “ Half-blood.” Marlowe corrected before taking in a deep breath of disappointment. “ Let us move inside shall we.” He said. When Lupita approached me, I extended my hand for a shake, but she passed me by like I was just a Phantom she couldn't see.

I asked, stepping forward. “They are gone. You know one thing that didn't make you aware of is that I am half -blood. I am part witch and part werewolf. Good bye, Scum.” They poured out the thing they were holding and fire erupted separating us. Right before my eyes she began to chant and later all disappeared into thin air.

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.

" Nathan asked "Nathan I told you I really don't remember." Cassie told him again. "Cassie do you know what you are?" Nathan asked. "Yes, Nathan I know what I am. Something you can't stand and want nothing to do with. I'm a half blood. I found out when I was about fourteen I found letter and pictures my father had hidden up in the attic. I never told either of them that I knew. I looked so much like my real mother who was human that Marcella hated me. That is why she tried to kill me. Why I was locked away. Now you know the truth. I will leave and you can have our marriage terminate. " Cassie said getting up to leave.

They wouldn't dare let others talk they are too proud, but they make sure I know how much they hate me. They are so relieved that I turn 16 in a couple of weeks they're hoping they can get rid of me once and for all. Since I am a half-breed I might have the abilities of a werewolf. If that is true then I will be taken to where most half-breeds are. I hear that they really are not treated very well. I guess the only good part of it would be at least I would have different scenery.

Another lord leaner, with eyes like banked coals, leaned forward. “It cannot stand,” he said. “The child is half human. His blood is diluted. His body was raised among mortals, bound to a mortal spouse, and only recently forced into even partial awakening. We are not a court of sentiment. We are the oldest powers under this sky. A halfblood has no place on the seat you occupy.”

I walked up to Corvus and knelt before him. "And you," I said, looking into his eyes, "are a lesser being who has only survived this long thanks to my heart's blood." Shock, rage, and despair warred in Corvus's eyes. "No... that can't be... Father never told me..." "Because it was a disgrace!" I stood up, my voice thundering. "For a thousand-year-old pureblood house, having a half-breed heir is the ultimate shame!" "If I hadn't pleaded for you, time and time again, if I hadn't put my own reputation on the line for you, the family would have disposed of you long ago!"

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?”