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

“Don’t tell me you’re still hanging around here, clinging to scraps of dignity. Let me guess, failed the Inheritance Ceremony and now hoping to use Ronan as your crutch?” The words burned, but I clenched my jaw and refused to look away. His gaze was a dagger, but I had survived worse. “Pathetic,” he continued, his voice loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. “You think you can play in circles like ours? That you could ever succeed in the inheritance ritual? Impossible. A half-blood like you? Never.” I didn’t realize my nails had dug into my palms until I felt the sting of blood. My heart hammered in my chest, fury bubbling beneath the surface, begging to be unleashed.

His eyes are cloudy and swollen. Must be one of those pure-breed lunatics and a drunk one at that. I hold his gaze, hoping he will make this easy, but he doesn't back down. When I get a little closer I let my eyes glow red. He slowly lowers his gaze like a piece of paper sinking to the bottom of a lake. I can’t help but grin as I hurry along the corridor. Why do most of them contend with me? I didn’t choose to be born a half-blood, nor did they choose to be born outside of royalty.

“Trying to reach her.” My blood froze. He.. he knew her? He crouched in front of me now, bringing his face level with mine. I tensed with his strong smell and daunting presence. I tried not to focus on the details of his skin. “You still smell of her. Even after all this time.” My breath trembled but I kept silent. Speaking would doom her. He tilted his head, watching me with a thoughtful malice. “I have been hunting a true eclipse-born for many seasons,” he whispered. “Half-bloods are weak. Impure. But the girl you protect…”

Why? ‘Wasn’t it still enough that I was born as a half-blood? Wasn’t it still sufficient that my human mother died because of me? Wasn’t it still enough that I’ve endured all the sufferings from being a half-blood and accepted all the humiliations and attacks from the pack?’ Her mind was filled with questions—questions that Amara, herself, couldn’t find the strength to answer. She felt betrayed, as if the world had never wanted her to live happily.

I felt so torn. My human half was repulsed, but my vampire half was desperate to reach for the glass and start gulping down the thick crimson liquid. I just sat there, waiting for my body to decide which half would win out. “You need to drink it. If you don’t, you will get poorly.” I looked up at Mum, but I knew there was nothing but disdain on my face. It was her fault, all of it. She had caused me to be two competing halves by giving in to my dad. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to be a human or a vampire, but I did know that being half and half was torture.

"Wait you're not fooling me are you? You're not making stories right? Cause we won't be able to go back." "Believe me darling I won't ruin the only chance you gave me. I will never lie to you." "So if this is true... that means...." She couldn't bring the words to her lips. "I'm half blood. half human, half God."

I could not exist without her, she is like a drug to me, I refuse to live without her. “What is your plan?” I demand, none of them utter a word. “You do have one, no?” I growl, they blink nervously at my tone. Blake answers, sensing my distress. “Partly.” I quirk a brow at him. “Meaning?” “Meaning that there are some things you don’t know.” Kendra steps in. “Like the fact that I am a half-blood. Well, not exactly half, my mother had both werewolf and witch blood, from what I could tell.”

“I’m not as selfish as you think; I simply can’t take staying in one place and doing nothing but studying that wretched spell; I don’t want anything else in my life if not to return to this world, but now I’d rather die save my mother than remain worthless for the rest of my life!” He couldn’t utter what I said, and I'm still at a loss for words. Even though the words I said were like crayons in my heart, I couldn’t believe that I was a useless human. I brushed my tears away and took a deep breath. It’s not my fault I was born a half-blooded witch who knows nothing but misspelled words.

I whispered back to her, “Just because I am a half-blood that doesn’t give them the right to hide things from me like I am a plague.”

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.