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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?"

And then, from the back of the crowd, a voice rose. "She's half-blood. Her blood is dirty. We can't accept her." Stellan's eyes blazed, his claws extending, his teeth baring. But before he could move, I stepped forward. "You're right," I said, my voice steady. "I'm half-blood. My blood is not pure. I was never supposed to be anything. I was rejected by every pack I tried to join. I was sold to an Alpha who wanted to use me. I was nothing."

So you touched me in places you are not supposed to, and now you slapped me for merely looking at your chest “Your blood!” She freaked out A sudden chilling feeling rushed through my veins when I caught her eyes staring at my nose. I knew I had been exposed. “You are a half breed” She gasped with a wide opened mouth which was about to drool before she quickly licked her lips and continued observing the purple colour of my blood.

Kylan barely cared for anything, so I doubted he would care much. Even though I had sometimes managed to break through that icy shell, his personality was still cold as frost. If anything, she must’ve sensed his darkness. My lips curled, thinking about Adelaide…Mom, and the power she had possessed. For all those years, I had sworn to wear those glasses, feared what would happen if I had to live without them. I hated my cursed eyes, the ability to see what others couldn’t—and when I found out they could glow, when I found out I was half-witch, a child of blood—I felt embarrassed.

Then I wiped the dripping blood off with my thumb, pressing down on the scroll with my name in fancy script which signified my enrollment to the Academy. After I was done, Nyla repeated the same ritual, though her cut healed almost instantly while mine continued to drip red. My wounds would heal eventually, but they would take their sweet time but unlike others, I healed a lot slower, a reminder that I wasn't quite like everyone else here. Maybe Riven had noticed that, which was why he'd fed me his blood back then, or maybe he just hadn't wanted to take the risk of me bleeding out on his watch. I took one look back at him. Our eyes met briefly, but he darted his gaze away quickly like I was

It was at that point that he realized I was a half blood. My father became disgusted by my existence. Madame Freya did everything she could to conceal me from the truth that I was an abomination, but it didn't take long before I started to understand it myself. My father openly insulted me. He once told me that he wished he didn't have a child than to have me, he wished I wasn't born to him, and that now I was so useless that I couldn't even be mated to anyone, since no one would want to be with a weak half blood.

Said her mother in pride. "No, Mom, I am afraid this time. I don’t want to give her the same pain that you suffered. When she discovers that I am half human and half vampire, she will be shattered. I don’t want my child to develop the same hatred that I have for my father.” Ben stated it with a heavy heart.

Mostly, lycanthropy is hereditary, but some horrible attacks have been known to bring it on. My mother barely survived when she was raped. Coming out of the hospital with the slashes all over her face and arms, her mother barely recognized her. When she didn’t turn on the first full moon, doctors were ecstatic. When she found out she was pregnant, they began to fear the worst again. I only got half the symptoms myself, and people say my dad was a pack leader. "Here you go, sugar," Sheila whispers, appearing from nowhere. Her perfume cuts my nostrils like a knife, and so does her human meaty smell.

The room quieted, all eyes turning to me. "When I was growing up in this house, I never imagined I would stand before you like this. I was the half-breed, the stain on the Howlthorne name, barely tolerated and never respected." I paused, meeting the eyes of those who had once looked through me as if I were invisible.

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