Why Does Snape Call Himself The Half-blood Prince Novels & Stories

"yes you are, you are our prince" "Prince of what? What kingdom is this?" "Hades" "you said I am half human? What is the other half?" "demon" "Demon? I am half demon, how could this be?" "we don't know the details, we only know that your father the king told us that he had a son with a human woman" "where is my father?" "he is not available at the moment" "I can't believe this" Theodore staggered, the sword fell from his hand and floated back upwards.

“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in the world.” — Harry, in thought, in The Half Blood Prince ＊ H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy

That grandfather had left me a cursed item, and anyone who tried to get their hands on it would perish, that Prince Alex was a warlock himself. Honestly, at first, I hadn’t been sure about spreading such rumors, but then I brushed my doubts aside. I was a half-demon. Sooner or later, everyone would learn my nature. Let them get used to that, so when the truth was revealed, people wouldn’t care that much. All right, so he’s a half-demon. But he’s a good guy, isn’t he? Not like that one, who may be a human, but a complete basbastard! Let’s give him a good dressing-down, but leave the king alone.

The man turned around to face her boldly and replied with honesty, “I never had any intentions to kill that child. I was just experimenting. I had heard about the snake-humans. They are half human and half-snakes. They can shift their forms whenever they want. But what was more magical was that, I heard that, they have a queen, a virgin girl. If, I got my hands on that queen, I will sacrifice her, and will get all her powers. My powers mixed with those divine powers would make me invincible. And that child…. He wasn’t a human child. He was a Shifter. I saw him shifting from his snake-self to human form. But you ….( He came dangerously close to Evanora and roared again pointing his finger tow

"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."

“Don’t tell me you’re still hanging around here, clinging to scraps of dignity. Let me guess, failed the Inheritance Ceremony and now hoping to use Ronan as your crutch?” The words burned, but I clenched my jaw and refused to look away. His gaze was a dagger, but I had survived worse. “Pathetic,” he continued, his voice loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. “You think you can play in circles like ours? That you could ever succeed in the inheritance ritual? Impossible. A half-blood like you? Never.” I didn’t realize my nails had dug into my palms until I felt the sting of blood. My heart hammered in my chest, fury bubbling beneath the surface, begging to be unleashed.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

“I do. The Oracle said it has to be a choice made of love. I chose mine. I choose to end it.” Bianca’s breath caught, horror freezing her. “No. I won’t watch my daughter bleed for my sins.” Luna’s small hand reached out, touching the serpent crown. “Then teach me how to fight it, Mother. Don’t hide me from it. If this blood is cursed… then let me use it.” The crown pulsed violently, gold turning to crimson for a heartbeat. The air grew heavy, electric, and the shadows deepened around them like an audience awaiting its queen.

He needed to know more about that. "So, Lord Ravenclaw, you are saying that Salazar Slytherin, the founder that is known to be a blood purist, is the one funding muggleborns' magical studies?" Mr. Cuffe asked. Selena let out a giggle and Erik chuckled hearing the question. "Mr. Cuffe, why would godfather be a blood purist when he was a second-generation wizard and his wife, the one that my husband already told you that he loved above everything, was a second-generation witch too?"

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?