Summary Of Harry Potter Half Blood Prince 소설 & 이야기

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

Unlike the three-panel format I’d seen before, this one told a sweeping story maybe ten, twelve scenes etched into one continuous timber. I stepped closer, and Ron appeared beside me once again. “Ah, the missing princess,” he said with a nod. “Most folks miss that one. This beam tells the tale of The Order’s only failure.” I blinked, intrigued. “The Order failed?” He smiled, eyes gleaming. “Oh yes. It begins with Duke Lockwood the ruler of this land long ago. He had a daughter, Lilliana. Said to be the most beautiful woman in all the provinces. But her father was… protective, some say obsessive. He kept her hidden away in a tower, allowing visits only from her tutor and himself.”

Alpha Prince Saint I watch as my father holds out his hand to my mate, she looks almost terrified. ‘You can do this baby, hold that beautiful head up high’ I mind-link Bellatrix hoping this will make her relax ‘Remember you are the next Queen, baby’ I say, she turns slightly and gives me a small smile.

"Because of your bloodline? Or because of your wealth?" In that moment, my wolf chose her. Not for her looks, not for her scent, but for her sincerity. But I ruined everything. With my own arrogance and prejudice, I pushed her away, step by step. When she told me she was a half-blood, my first thought wasn't acceptance, but worry about what the pack would think. When Willow came back, my first thought wasn't rejection, but nostalgia for my pureblood past. When Sophie questioned me, my first thought wasn't self-reflection, but to shut her down with my Alpha authority.

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.

Guilt enveloped him. “Your body temperature is much colder than usual. Are you all right? You didn’t miss the schedule to drink the potion, did you?” Isaac’s words struck him, waking him up to the fact that he was a half-blood witch who would soon die. He raised both hands up, staring at the skin on his hands that were losing their original color. His hands were pale, as if there was no blood flowing in his veins, so his veins were clearly visible on his skin.

A ripple of laughter stirred through the students. My fists curled on my skirt. Varros’s gaze dropped to my clenched fingers and he smirked faintly before he turned his back to the Hall. “But unlike fairy tales, most such beginnings end in obscurity or tragedy,” he went on, his voice carrying a cruel edge. “If you do not have control, then you have no hope. And who are the ones quickest to lose control? Half-bloods. Bastards. Accidents of fate. They may rise for a moment, but history rarely remembers them except as warnings.”

The prince was from the south so they also uncover the first prince’s past in the second novel. I remember myself crying in happiness when the author decided to publish a book where the first prince is the MC and was among the first buyer when the hard copy had finally out for sale. Because, the first prince is my crush after all! Though, I remembered the ingredients were hard to find as it was located in three other continents and the last ingredients is “The pure-hearted’s blood.” Which was the MC, Cecilia Istvan’s blood. But I can’t enter the capital or even get close to Cecilia so what am I supposed to do? I do remember me accompanying Avery to attend the ball in my last few days, but by