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

The yelling of the enraged public is growing gradually. 'I cannot ignore this. My brother dedicated his life to this clan. The reputation of this clan is built carefully by our forefathers. I simply cannot let a selfish woman like Irina ruin their hard work. She doesn't know what this clan meant to them, meant to my brother or me, or now to Raphael. I know only Raphael can solve this problem. He hates me, but still, he loves this clan. I know he would know what to do ' he decided to call Raphael. In another part of Windsor, far away from anyone's eyes, the scientists are preparing to inject their so-called magic potion into the kids and the older people. What they don't know is that the prin

"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.

“Burnt to a crisp. The vampire didn’t seem to know who I was but he did know that I was a hunter. He wanted the woman.” Maxim sat up straighter and his eyes narrowed. “No, that’s not possible.” “What’s not possible?” “That she exists.” “What the hell are you talking about Maxim?” “When I was born my father’s sorcerer foretold that my bonded half would turn seventeen in the year I turned twenty-one, that she’d be a half breed and that our children would create a whole new sub-species and a new kingdom.” “So you sent your warriors to retrieve this half breed in Chehalis?”

"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.

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

His attention was fixed solely on him as though I were invisible. Of course, I understood why. He was a Pure-blood. He could sense what I was. What I wasn’t. The disdain was subtle, but unmistakable. I’d felt it before, countless times. The reminder burned quietly beneath my skin. Half-bloods didn’t belong. Not really. Since when did you start to hope? Hope doesn’t suit you, half-blood. You really think a new school, a new face beside you, and a few shallow comforts can wash away what you are?

I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. "But only a vampire of royal lineage has healing blood. The rest is just... poison to us." "Yes, I am aware," he said, standing up and smoothing out his silk waistcoat. The movement was fluid, graceful, and entirely too masculine. "I am Prince Charles. Or Your Highness, if you prefer the dramatic. But for you, Charles will suffice." "The Dark Prince," I breathed, my eyes widening. I had heard the stories. He was a legend, a cruel and beautiful sovereign of the night. "But I thought you'd be... I don't know, more monstrous."

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 Alex with all he had, his swing became faster, more powerful than ever before, offering Alex no opportunity to dodge and leap away.

"Well that's rotten, I take it its not only love she plays around with?" "No, she can place spells on them that can kill someone, make someone forget, it all started when Victor and Muraco wanted rings that can allow them to be human" "I heard that story, but then? How does those four rings have any connection to Vlad?" "I'm not entirely sure" "I see" Jasper said and took another sip "So this halfblood? Why does Elaine want her?" "She said something about her pet" "Pet?" "And she said something about 'she'll take over from the world"