Novel & Cerita Story Of Half-blood Prince

It left us alone, Dorian sighing when he drummed his fingertips idly atop the desk. I slowly rose to my feet and walked closer, pausing when my eyes scanned the subject of the books he was studying. The prince stilled the drumming of his fingers when I ran a hand over one tome in particular. “Why are you studying half-breeds?” I asked. Half-breeds went extinct centuries ago after they were considered a danger to society. The combination of human and vampire made their blood too powerful. They could survive without relying on blood while also maintaining their immortality. From what I learned growing up, they threatened the vampire hierarchy, so humans were banned from procreating with a vamp

future princess of his. Then he noticed the strange tension between us. "What's wrong?" I ignored Helena's panic and turned my gaze to Viktor. I calmly began to tell the 'story' I had just overheard. "Care to hear a story, Father? A story about a substitute bride. A pure-blood sister who refused to marry, so her half-blood sister took her place and deceived an entire family..." The bottle of blood slipped from Viktor's grasp, shattering. Red sprayed across the marble floor—the perfect, tainted symbol of the pure bloodline he cherished.

"My father does not care about that at all. He has been supportive of me ever since. So you have nothing to worry about. Besides, I am tired of this. Sometimes, I wish I was not a prince of this nation and just lived a normal life like others!" "Don't worry; all of your worries will end soon." "By the way, can you tell me something about your life? I am more than happy to get to know you better, sorry, but I almost forgot my conversation with you the last time." "Well, to tell you the truth, I am half magician and half warrioress. I lost my family a long time ago and the Amazonians became my second family. With them, I feel so safe!" Prince Arthur quickly apologized for bringing up such a pa

My fear. Tristan was my only hope. The only one I know I can depend on. Whenever I got in trouble, I always knew he would be there for me. Apparently, I’d asked too much. But how else was I supposed to escape this fate? Father and Mother clearly didn’t care about my safety or happiness. They only cared about ending this war. But was my life—my future—really worth it? Am I not allowed to be at least a little selfish when it comes to things like this? My thoughts turn to the Bloody Prince. By all accounts, the man was worse than a monster. He’d personally led attacks against the Shifters when he was only nineteen, still under his father’s thumb. When the old Alpha finally died, he took over.

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

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Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

I didn’t have words for what I’d seen. “Magic?” one of the priests whispered. “Forbidden magic?” “No,” said Elder Cian, voice low. “Older than magic.” His words sank into the floor like a curse. I left before their debate turned into panic. By the time the healers took her, dawn had touched the towers. The light made her skin look almost human again—no trace of the glowing veins that had laced her body in the forest. Still, I couldn’t shake the image. It clung to me like the scent of blood after a hunt.

The man before her was broken, vulnerable in a way she had never witnessed. The image of the powerful, unwavering James, the king of their secret world, was gone, replaced by a man haunted by past mistakes, burdened by a secret that had finally erupted. She looked at Jordan, seeing the pain in his eyes, the deep-seated hurt that fueled his anger. He was a son who had been denied his father, a man who had spent his life wondering why he wasn’t enough.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.