Dhampir Book Novels & Stories

I had barely opened the book to the first page before Damon reached across the table and plucked it from my hands. “Hey—” I reached for it. “Ah-ah.” He held the book out of reach, flipping through the pages. “Quiz first. Get it right, get a kiss.” My ears turned hot. “I need to study, not mess around.” “Yes, and I’m helping.” He found a passage and scanned it, one brow lifting. “Okay. There’s a hemostatic herb; it works on nearly everyone, stops bleeding. Except in a handful of rare blood conditions, where instead of clotting, it either boils the blood off entirely or turns it solid in the vein. Name it.”

I wish the gods or ancestors or whoever was in charge of this distribution will look down on me and grant me the gift of gab so I can convince the rigid elders of my kingdom to grant me permission to leave. I wish I could just send out the royal servants to find but it'd be a waste of manpower. Even with their keen senses the task seems almost impossible. Sarah's is in an entirely different world. I'm not sure how I'm going to find her but I know there'll be something to guide me through this mess when I open the history books in the palace. There has to be a reference, Sarah can't be the only irresponsible vampire in history. SARAH'S POV. The room looked very basic and I liked it. I guess t

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. The Vampire wanting to feel more like a human walks on the road slowly. He smiles as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. He sees a beautiful hu

My body became white and plain, my eyes dead, my canines elongated, and my bones twisted. I turn my head around, just like any other mad vampire would do. Crawling on the floor, I roar... before attacking. Note; Dampyr is a creature that's given birth by an immortal vampire. A mixed breed.

Happy with my decision, I settled in and started to read. * * * Though Cyrus had cited my love of English folklore as his reason for passing this book on to me, there was very little of it covered in the first half of it. There were ancient rites and the symbols associated with them – charms for fertility, for power, for knowledge, for cleansing, and for protection. I skimmed through them all, taking down notes only when something seemed useful. I copied out protective sigils. Thinking of Old Tim, I took extra care when marking out the runes in the sigil against demons. The tome was packed with information about creatures we’d fought in the past, but so far I’d found nothing about vampires,

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

He was about to attach his sinful lips on mine until. BANG. The door got roughly opened making my eyes snapped open. My head shot towards the door as I got a little light of hope but it also fades away when I witnessed a ragging beast breathing heavily as his eyes were glaring at Jack with his red demonic eyes ready to kill someone. Damon. There is always a bright morning after a dark night Don't let your hopes die because the one whose listening to you wouldn't let you down.

POV: Alternating - Valentina, Sibyl, Tom Location: Various, Rookeries Time: Same Week VALENTINA CORVINO I'm running messages through the Rookeries when I smell the blood club vampire following me. Not the first time. Won't be the last. Being dhampir makes me valuable target for vampire recruitment. Dhampir means half-vampire. One parent vampire, one human. We're rare. Daywalkers. Stronger than humans, faster than full vampires in sunlight. Parliament wants us controlled or eliminated.