Why Was Snape Called The Half-blood Prince Novels & Stories

“You’re working under Damien. He’s your king. Why do you want to stick your neck out helping me?” “Prince.” he corrected in pure hatred. “Not a king. But a prince. Even so, he disgraced his ancestors and mostly he disgraced his father. No matter how many times he claimed himself as a King, he would never be the true King of all vampires. He’s just a mindless child with a sickening obsession of creating the perfect soldiers.” “You didn’t answer why you wanted to help me.” “He has my sister,” he answered at last. “We both suffered in his hands. It’s time to return the favor.”

“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 remembered the heavy scent of blood and the sound of his father’s voice, cold as a mountain grave. Killian was the eldest, the fastest, and the most lethal, but he would never be the Alpha. He was the "Tainted Son." His father, in a moment of reckless ambition, had taken a human mate from the Frey lineage,a family whose blood was saturated with ancient, wild magic. The woman had died bringing Killian into the world, leaving behind a boy who was too wolf for the witches and too magical for the pack.

L asked, his red eyes blinking at me. I sighed and set aside my glass of blood on a nearby table. "Everything didn't go as planned L. The prince actually apologized for her sake. He must really want to keep her to himself. He probably wants her blood all to himself so he would become powerful." L shook his head. "I know the prince well. It doesn't seem like all he wants is her blood. I fear the prince might be falling for Kate just as his father the king fell for a human in the past." L scrunched up his face in disgust. "I should have known he would show his true colors sooner or later."

The reply from my family’s Grand Elder was shockingly fast: “Your Highness, you have finally come to your senses. That half-blood mongrel isn’t worthy of breathing your name. The entire clan awaits your return.” A bitter, self-mocking smile touched my lips. For a man they called a “half-blood mongrel,” I’d hidden my identity as the firstborn of the Progenitor, Princess Devereux, playing the part of a nobody in this second-rate city for a century.

I know that if I had been in my right mind, I’d have never told her about my fate. “Here we go,” Mikhail said sternly as he settled me on my bed. I remember falling back on the bed clumsily and giving him a sloppy smile. “I am grateful for your assistance, mate.” I slurred out. Mikhail rolled his eyes and muttered. “Let me get you some water to keep you hydrated. Even demons get hangovers.” I remember snorting. “I don’t need any bloody water. I’m a pure demon. It’s you filthy mudbloods that need water when you get knackered.” Nevaeh giggles at my reference to the children’s book about a boy wizard. Mudblood was the word the wizards used to describe half-human and half-witches. She made me wa

“…the blood race is an old race that has practiced magic since time immemorial. They are called the blood race because they kill a man by freezing his blood. The king and everyone else in Salvador is not to find out under any circumstances that Cleopatra has magical powers or else she will not be spared…”, Edgar explained, “Neither will the whole of Averna” “And we are sure that the princess is a descent of the blood race, seeing as how she tried to hurt the little girl”, Cleopatra added, “We are sure they are the perpetrators of that dastardly act in the forest the other day…”

Marcus calls out and a Raven-haired warrior steps forward, glowering in my direction. I can’t help but snicker at his name now that I have spent time in the human world. Did they name this asshat after the bad guy in one of the most popular books of the ages? A book that Adriana made me read and then sit through the movies. I wonder now if Draco is half-human, half-werewolf. Wouldn’t that be a kicker? Named after a pureblood, only to be a half-blood. His face grows red, but he says nothing.

"You are half-right. They kidnapped the boy from his fairy mother and mixed his blood with that of Zenrada's prince. The prince had just been chosen to be King by the moon goddess at that time. But he was yet to find his wolf. So, the vampires performed the ritual and made a monster out of the prince. They used the prince's wolf to wreak havoc on Amok, the witches' Kingdom. They used the prince's beast to exercise extremely dangerous powers. But it didn't last long. The prince didn't stay their puppet for too long." "Did something good happen?" Zaramanni asked as her mind annoyingly reminded her of the moment her blood was drawn in the sacred room of Amarxona. "No." Lord Elias halted his ste

Yes, there could only be one reason that it had to be her. Laylin pursed her lips, it probably meant that she was a stronger medium. She had heard Sansy had used eighty wizards and witches, one child being his own niece as a medium when he summoned the demons about four decades back but they it was a failed attempt, releasing only some demons. This time the effect had been massive enough to open several gates at once. “Is it perhaps because Princes Scarlet is a half-witch and half-Wolf?” Her head snapped up. Esmer head shook, and her eyes turned fierce. “From what I could tell, he deliberately had a child with Princess Scarlet’s mother when he could use any other beast female. I’m guessing i