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

“What do you mean and why am I in danger from him?” “He is a half pureblood and human child of that proud Nohrmann, he did kill his own parents and also the cause of the ceasing fairy goddess.” “What!?” “Yes, he has been alive since the fairy goddess time and he held a great grudge against that woman that he is hunting down every descendant of the human blessed by her.”

Was it even worth it? Some say he cannot control his powers while others say that he's a monster just like his line of Royal Pure Blood's. The thing is he is not just a Royal Pure Blood. He has fae blood running through his veins as well. Maybe that's what made him what he is now. "That guy has issues!!" Kyle angrily spoke. "Ssshhh Kyle. Keep it down. We could get in trouble," I scolded him. "Is it true that he can't control it?" It was Henri this time.

“NO! –cough- that pest is nothing like me! He is the son of the previous king. He is my half-brother.” Hayden's lips twitched. His anger level was getting higher and higher. ‘Are you saying that I, and that filthy slave share a bloodline?! F*ck it! Grandpa sure is an energetic person!’ His blood was boiling. His hands were so itchy to break some of the bones of people who were nearby. “He is the son of –cough- a Saintess who came from another world in a faraway kingdom. There's something mystical about that slave. Ugh,"

"Forgive us your majesty, I have taken the very first antidote that I know when I saw your life hanging on the line. Please don't blame Miss Snipes for the trouble, she only meant to help you." I saw how his brows furrowed and his mouth smirk while he look back at me. "Is this true?" Again a loud and intimidating voice rang inside my ears and rendered me breathless, my hands clutches on the top that I am wearing. As my breathing began to hurt and my body started to sweat. I cannot find my tongue to speak to him, then my eyes turn to Maleficus for question. Why am I feeling so sick all of a sudden? "Oh! The venom of the Prince! My apologies Miss Snipes!"

It was incomprehensible that he, a half-blood, could no longer land a blow on this useless traitor prince. As time seconds passed, desperation welled in him like an ever-growing wave, threatening to consume his sanity. His breathing became unsteady and there was a hint of what looked like franticness in his originally haughty eyes. But the half-blood refused to admit he was subpar to this traitor prince and he went berserk. He went after Romeo with all he had, his swing became faster, more powerful than ever before, offering Romeo no opportunity to dodge and leap away.

Her expression was filled with hesitation as she said to him, “I am sorry Jake… I had to pour my blood in your veins.” “Does it change anything?” Jacob asked Levy who closed her eyes and nodded. “You will be a half-blood now... I am sorry but with my blood in your veins… you will now share half of mana which means….” “You are a half-mage,” Noah finished for Levy who nodded with an aggrieved smile.

I'd be left alone; without stars in my eyes or fairy knights by my side. We exited the stairwell, out onto the second floor, and the men remained. I reached a hand up and pulled forward the purple streak in my hair. It was all still there; it hadn't been a dream. I sighed in relief and then blinked in shock; I was glad to be this new me. Seren Bloodthorn Sloane, Fairy Princess of the Twilight Court. Damn, but I wanted this, I actually wanted this. What would that mean to my human father and what would it mean for my future?

Her had received his power from his grandparents, who were Royal Lycan and Nephalem (They used to describe the extremely powerful offspring of Angels and Demons. “I heard that he is extremely cruel, heartless, and has a temper issue. And also, that he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents because his mother chose that man as her chosen mate who had killed his REAL father.” Theodore said, recalling what he had heard about the King. “If I’m not wrong, then Oliver Weasley had killed his real father, right?”

I didn’t get nearly a good enough look to remember his features; if either Chryseus or Canus bears any physical resemblance to the Prince, I wouldn’t know. And of course, I never questioned why Canus and Chryseus always referred to the Prince as their father, rather than their Sire. Only, just now, Canus was saying that he grew up with his vampiric name, that he knew himself to be Canus even before he transformed into a vampire. It can only mean the Prince would have named him as a child, back when he was still mortal. Mortal, but not human. The Prince was his father, and not merely his Sire. ‘Dhampir,’ I whisper. I thought they were only legends, that they were against the law of our kind.

The shadows are soon consumed by the flames within me. Do you know why I am the Prince of all Britannia? Because I am blessed by the Gods and I am the son of Apollo. Strange, isn't it? A Vampire being the son of Apollo, but that's what I am, and I know who Hope is. So we are attracted to each other like metal is attracted to a magnet. I hold her hand and bring it to my lips, without looking away from hers. Fate is playing a dangerous game. He knows that things are starting to get out of hand, but trying to force Hope this way was not the solution. It would never be the solution.