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

His hazel eyes turned red in fury as his gaze darted dangerously at the grieving beta whose hands were wrapped around the lifeless alpha. Beta Clarence’s eyes masked the hatred he had towards vampires through staring back at the king’s almost blood-red eyes in order to gain his sympathy for the alpha’s demise. However, the king did not trust the deceitful aura Clarence had with him, nor did he care for the lifeless alpha that was lying dead beside his daughter. King Vernon loathed werewolves as much as Clarence despised vampires.

My lips twitched when she asked that. “Interesting, isn’t it?” Maybe she hasn’t witnessed the power of ancient healers like me. “This is important.” She spoke. “When I saw Rylan die in front of me, I was so mad and felt the power inside me. I feel like this is the true me.” I answered. “That’s dangerous.” She spoke. And peruse every inch of me. “No, this is the true power of a half-blooded like me. This is my ace for this war.”

Her face was flushed, clearly in the throes of her heat. Lucas gently stroked her forehead, his eyes full of concern. The caption read: "My Alpha dropped everything to take care of me, leaving his runaway Omega behind while I'm sick. This is what true love is—choosing the one who really needs you." Below it, in smaller text: "Certain half-bloods should stop dreaming." I watched the video, my heart completely still. I almost wanted to laugh. Because this scene was all too familiar. My first heat, three years ago.

he added over his shoulders, sounding a tad dejected. Saraya slipped her hand into mine, and I lowered my gaze. She searched and held my eyes with evident agitation. "Can you really help them though? I mean you are just one person against thousands of werewolves. I know there are a lot of them now…" "I can't," I lied, holding her steady gaze. Actually, I can, I am a demigod after all, but to do that would have a domino effect that I was not ready to deal with nor do I have the desire to deal with. Any offspring of Gala who has ever held my attention for more than a minute and conversed with me knew I was antisocial — all of my kind were. I suppose it was one of our major flaws. Or it just s

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

“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?

Lena's POV I sat by the window in my bedchambers, staring out at the rolling hills of the palace. My neck still felt a little sensitive where Alistair had fed from me. It was strange how my life had shifted so quickly. A few weeks ago, I was just a girl in a city trying to survive my bullies and my parents’ emotional insensitivity. Now, I was the fated mate of a Vampire Lord, tied to him by blood and a destiny I still didn't fully understand.

The love I'd once felt for my husband and my child had been replaced by numb, aching hollowness. "Luke, you must be tired too. Go to bed." I turned away and poured myself a glass of water. Father and son exchanged a glance---that familiar, conspiratorial look between them---and the sight left me cold. Lucien put his hand on Luke's shoulder, ready to send the boy off to wash up and sleep. But Luke was still wired. I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts.

I almost could not feel my legs but luckily I was able to move them. As soon as I tilted my head, I saw a humble face peacefully sleeping beside me. The scene from earlier however instantly flashed in my mind which let my eyes let out another pale of hot liquids. Who could ever imagine that this angelic face would be a pretentious devil from behind? ‘I hate you Ash Oliver Agastache,’ I whispered before slowly leaving the bed. I wanted to take revenge but reality struck me. How can I fight him when I am just a mere half-ling who does not have any power other than a blood-eating vampire?

he added. Tears rushed from my eyes as they raced down my cheeks. I wanted to protest and fight for my title as their daughter, but I knew that it was all worthless as they wouldn’t listen to anything that I said. I am now a rogue and am no longer welcomed because I am a half-blooded vampire; a bite from me that contains venom is dangerous and harmful to the life of any living wolf, no matter what their ranking is.