Dhampir Book Novels & Stories

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

"What exactly does that mean?" Amy took a deep breath. "Leo and I have been working on a cure for vampirism," Amy said, then added, "Dhampirs are a combination of vampires and humans. We've discovered that dhampir blood cures vampirism." "You can make vampires human again?" "Not yet," Amy said, folding her hands. "So far, we can make vampires into creatures similar to dhampirs. They can go out into the sunlight and have all the powers of vampires, but they aren't human."

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

One was a man of God, and the other was a monster allergic to holy water. “Fret not, clergyman. I’m different from the others of my kind. My mother was human, and the monster blood flowing within me is only half. Even though I’m a dhampir, my appearance is closer to a true vampire because I’ve drank the blood of monsters living here for centuries as its guardian.” … Zen paused. Would holy water even work on this one? Thankfully, this dhampir watcher did not seem hostile.

Only a few Moroi learned to fight alongside their protectors, the guardians: the dhampirs. Dhampirs were born and bred to protect the Moroi. They were the fighters with strength above a human's. There were schools across the world created to teach Moroi and dhampirs. Dhampirs sometimes had another function and that was to be a blood whore. They were those who became addicted to the bite of a vampire. The dhampirs had two respected roles. Role number one: keep the dhampir population going. For some bizarre reason, dhampirs couldn't reproduce with other dhapirs; they could only reproduce with a Moroi. Role number two: protect the Moroi from Strigoi.

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.

Damon appeared behind them and Sachajir didn't managed to avoid his second attack. " No!!" Aries screamed to see Sachajir's neck goofed with his bloods. Aries quickly sprinkled his venom's fluid to Damon and he got him on his left face. It burned him but he quickly managed to heal himself. " You can't break what's been written on the book. It's Apollo who made it and I'll make it real!" Aries yelled at him and quickly took a little blood of Sachajir. He quickly crawled towards Thamer's direction and quickly pour the beast's blood to his mouth.

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

"Are you her? Let me introduce myself. I'm Liviel, Awakener of Lilith, the Progenitor of Vampires." She extends a hand toward me. I notice her fingernails—they are pitch-black and unnaturally long. They look sharp enough to slice through steel. I flash her my most brilliant, disarming smile. "Nice to meet you, roommate." I reach out and clasp her hand. The moment our palms touch, her grip tightens like a vice. I look up, meeting her glowing crimson eyes. There is no warmth in them—only the predatory thrill of a hunt. In a fraction of a second, her other hand shoots forward, those pitch-black nails aiming straight for my heart in a lethal, blindingly fast thrust.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”