Story Of Half-blood Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You're not guarding anything. You're stealing power from half-bloods." "I'm preserving it." He descended from the dais, his frail form moving with an unsettling grace as he walked towards me. "The half-bloods are born with power they cannot control. Power that drives them mad. Power that destroys everything they love. I take that power. I give them peace." "You give them death." "I give them purpose." He stopped directly in front of me, his white eyes boring into mine. "And soon, Elif Demir, I will give you purpose too."

Further down, near the back stairs, two younger maids carry folded linens between them, pretending not to listen but leaning ever so slightly toward the sound. By the time the whispers reach the kitchen, they’re no longer careful. A pot clangs against a counter as one of the cooks shakes her head, muttering to the butcher’s boy. “I’m telling you, cursed blood brings nothing but death. Remember what happened to the Luna of Hanbow Pack, they said was touched by dark magic? Gone within a year. Looks like this happened to the prince because of the Luna's connection with dark magic.” The butcher’s boy makes a face but doesn’t argue. The guards in the hall outside overhear, exchanging uneasy glanc

I said against her lips, deftly replacing my finger with my cock. “Dane!” she cried. “But I want another taste of you first,” I said and latched my mouth to her left nipple. She arched her back and cried my name. “Saraya—” “Yes!” she moaned in pleasure. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am the first generation of my kind. A full-blooded Lycan prince, offspring of Zeus and Selene–” Holding her hips, I dug my stiff cock deeper into her; she clung to me, clawing my back and drawing blood. I revelled in the ecstasy that surged through me.

After all, Cliden was the only family he had left who was bold enough to accept his unfriendly nature despite of him being indifferent, and he regretted it – he regretted choosing envy over love. Meanwhile, Elise discovered that the loud, screeching noise was from a crying baby lying naked inside the cauldron. She glanced at the lifeless princess as she recalled the latter’s command. She could not fathom how the baby survived when the spell failed. Nonetheless, she would raise the baby and keep her promise.

“Only the descendants are allowed to read the book, each race has a copy, and as far as I have heard, no one would be willing to tell who holds the book now since it is considered a treasure, a blessing and a curse to be entrusted with the book. I was only able to read it since I was once a descendant, but after I failed to shift into a full-grown bear, I was cast out of the kingdom, even when I am the direct descendant of their late king.” “You, you’re a princess?” “Not exactly madame, I am an heir without power. If a beast produces children, the most powerful would be the next ruler, my father hid the truth that I was not pureblood, but after he passed, I was supposed to take over the thro

"Once I have you, once I taste your blood it's a point of no return. It sets me on fire Princess and I'm not in control!" He confessed for the first time and my eyes widened. "Are you a Vampire?" He sighed, sitting up. "Yeah, I'm a half blooded Vampire." I gasped. "B..bbb.. but you're a werewolf, aren't you?" "Mm..I am " I look like the most confused person on earth. Who the hell is this? A half blooded Vampire, full blooded werewolf and a Moon Prince? "Are you okay? I'll make the maids get you treated cause of…"

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

… 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.

"A southern half-blood." "Her blood doesn't matter. What matters is who she is. She's brave and fierce and kind. She saved my life more times than I can count. She never gave up on me, even when I'd given up on myself." He stood, moving to my side, taking my hand. "The moon chose her for me. I know it. Feel it. And I will not give her up." The hall was silent. Every eye was on us—on me, the half-blood stranger who'd somehow claimed their prince.