Story Of Half-blood Prince Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

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 the first time, I feel pain for him, pain for what he has been through. That man… He’s talking about his half-brother… His half-brother did that. I feel sick. “He’s…” “That man is now King of the Middle Lands.” “Nefzaan…” Nefzaan is his half-brother… “And that is why, Wolf Princess, I wish to reclaim my throne, because I am the only one of royal blood aside from him who lives.”

"You are half-right. They kidnapped the boy from his fairy mother and mixed his blood with that of Zenrada's prince. The prince had just been chosen to be King by the moon goddess at that time. But he was yet to find his wolf. So, the vampires performed the ritual and made a monster out of the prince. They used the prince's wolf to wreak havoc on Amok, the witches' Kingdom. They used the prince's beast to exercise extremely dangerous powers. But it didn't last long. The prince didn't stay their puppet for too long." "Did something good happen?" Zaramanni asked as her mind annoyingly reminded her of the moment her blood was drawn in the sacred room of Amarxona. "No." Lord Elias halted his ste

So I opted for half the truth. “I ran away because I don’t want to be a servant my whole life. That’s not who I am. But alpha Grey never allowed any half blood to be something else. I was forbidden from learning in the school after I turned 10. I wasn’t allowed to participate in training like the other kids my age. Half bloods were always mistreated and our rights have always been fortified by alpha Gray. We were nothing to him, just because of our blood. I couldn’t take it anymore. So, when he died, I took my chances and tried to leave” I had a lot more to say regarding our rights, but I didn’t want to anger him.

Prince Dante and Ellemea had been crystal clear when they said that I would be in great danger if people were to find out who I really was. There were a whole lot of things going on, weird things, strange things. Matter of fact, as soon as I stepped into this castle, things started going a little left: there’s an impending war, I’m a half-breed, an Alpha died and so did two vampire guards, a crazy nightmare and I had some form of insight into Prince Dante’s past human life.

I didn’t choose to be born a half-blood, nor did they choose to be born outside of royalty. Royalty, the only thing that shields me from any actual harm. That, and the fact that I am their next Alpha. The red glow in my eyes lets them know that the ancients have chosen me, the illegitimate son of their king, to be the heir to the throne and I wield this truth like a sword and use it at every opportunity that my enemies give me. My enemies are everywhere, even in my home, and I have double the number my father has. He is a pure-blood, and therefore he doesn’t have to deal with those pure-blood fanatics like I do. And, as if fate were adding insult to injury, there are those who wish to harm m

The young halfling prince believed his mother’s words – and so, he trampled those who dared get in his path. In the Nether World, the demons offered the young Damon a thousand ways to die and only one way to live: to become one of them. The tale of how the last of his hybrid blood diminishing from his throbbing veins ensued – leaving nothing but a shell of the once bright and full of hope halfling prince. Marked by the spawns of the Nether World, his malevolent-filled magic summoned his Hydra. Hydra, the beast who had called him home. They became one. And together, they survived the trials of being the tool and spawn of the demon king himself.

… The night was already deep when the crown prince and his army reached Dacria's mighty fortress. Shocked and overwhelmed, the Dacrian soldiers' morale began to drop just by the sight of their enemies. None of them expected that the crown prince would come at them at full force. He did not just bring with him the mighty imperial army but also three out of the five fearsome half-blood vampires.

Half-witch? She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that she had proven that half-bloods were real. She couldn’t believe that Denver was among them. Shea grew up feeling scared of the half bloods and thinking that they were only part of the South. However, how did it come to be that Denver was among them? She was about to ask him that, but he continued. “It is part of our secret, Shea. How can a royalty be half blood, right? Especially a half witch. But we are. The very reason why we are cursed.” Denver spoke to her seriously.