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

“I only wonder why you came in person. We could’ve discussed this through hologram.” Ludwig let out a slow breath. “This place belonged to the first Father of the Schmidts. He fought to preserve the Athenian bloodline, even as it weakened over the years.” “Hm. And that is why half-bloods are treated badly?” Reinhardt threw a sardonic look. Ludwig gave a bitter smile. “It was never meant to be that way. The Elders twisted the idea. Their obsession with purity caused the half-bloods to revolt. And that revolt is what created monsters like Lena.”

Same rot. “His mother was Phantom wolf,” Spiro said. “His father, dragon. Royal blood on both sides, but dragon clans are proud in ways even wolves may find excessive.” Seraphina stirred inside me. I will allow that insult because it is accurate. I ignored her, though her voice steadied me. Spiro continued. “Tobias was called the halfblood prince long before he became king. Now his enemies call him the halfblood king. Sometimes to his face. More often behind it, because they prefer having tongues.”

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.

future princess of his. Then he noticed the strange tension between us. "What's wrong?" I ignored Helena's panic and turned my gaze to Viktor. I calmly began to tell the 'story' I had just overheard. "Care to hear a story, Father? A story about a substitute bride. A pure-blood sister who refused to marry, so her half-blood sister took her place and deceived an entire family..." The bottle of blood slipped from Viktor's grasp, shattering. Red sprayed across the marble floor—the perfect, tainted symbol of the pure bloodline he cherished.

What he is showing me is something he has been carrying calmly for a long time. That is the thing about true believers. They are not afraid of you. They think they are right and they have made their peace with consequence. "You know who I am," I say. "The half-blood princess." He says it without weight. Factual. "King Alaric's daughter by the human woman he should not have touched." He pauses. "We have been watching you for twenty-six years." "Since birth."

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.

He'll be the future king . The sage said so , as he possesses so much knowledge over the unseen and the unknown . His prophecies are never incorrect or inappropriate . He has been living for many years and we don't even know what his actual age is . He is a half blood , born out of love between a human and a werewolf . He lives in a castle that is located at the heart of the forest and possesses strange powers that we know a very little about it . He has been foretelling for many years now and none of them have gone wrong .

“So you’re the new trend of the school. Don’t get yourself to be friends with these two. Don’t be dumb, half-blood.” The woman walked past us. I wasn’t surprised at how rude she was. I was surprised by the last word she left us. Half-blood! That explains why everyone was stalking me. They knew I was a half-blood! … “I thought you knew that everyone has found out that you’re a half-blood. We have a page on the internet where everyone is confessing. Someone confessed with your full name about your identity. They highlighted that you’re a threat,” Gwen explained. I knew one of the three who kidnapped me was the main suspect in what happened.

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

They didn’t know if she had survived because her child was a pure-blood vampire. I wondered if the baby was a hybrid … I wondered if anyone ever tried to find out. I made a mental note to check the library as I slipped under the covers. My mind was overflowing with what was going to happen to me now that I was truly royal blood. My dad called me a princess, but I didn’t feel like a real princess until that very moment. I really was the destined princess of Ezorona. A full-blooded vampire-born princess.