Dhampir Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Not only are they the source of our life force—a gift, mind you, not an obligation—but they're unity with Moroi resulted in the creation of Dhampir. An entirely new species that never would have been possible between members of our own race." He took a deep sip from his goblet and turned it in his hand as he set it down, examining the dragon etchings along the silver stem. "Their lives are so delicate and fleeting, yet they live with such passion. Going on quests to prove their honor to their king. Traveling from town to town with endless sleepless nights just to barter trade for their goods. Waging wars against an impenetrable enemy for a lost loved one. It's quite romantic, wouldn't you s

Silence fell between them, broken only by the distant pounding on the library doors. Kael let out a low, broken laugh. “Three bloods. A wolf, a leech, and a spell-slinger. What the hell kind of joke is the universe playing?” Damien’s crimson eyes met Kael’s. “Not a joke. A convergence. The ley lines under this campus have been humming since the first bite. I felt it in the lab. Our kinds have never worked together like this before. Not willingly.” Serena wiped her face and stood, walking over to a nearby shelf. She pulled an ancient leather-bound book titled Nexus Prophecies and flipped it open with shaking hands. Glowing runes responded to her touch.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

Carson The heavy door creaked open, and a man stepped out. At first glance, he looked human. But I wasn’t fooled. His scent was off. Too still. Too controlled. Dhampir. Born of Strigoi fathers and human mothers, they were the diluted blood, pale echoes of monsters. No true bite, no full curse. Almost like Adrian’s kind… but without the same power or prestige. Easier to kill. “Why have you come here, Alpha?” he asked, voice calm and emotionless.

His arms were spread sideways like a floating god hovering above the men like their saviour. The werebats and weredogs growled silently in fear and slowly, they were quiet. They couldn't attack nor could they growl, they just retreated into the dark like ghosts until they were nowhere to be found or perceived. He looked down at the men and women, a smile appeared on his handsome face "Am I so glad to meet you Dhampir!" He said. Clancy doesn't know who he was, they just stared at him speechless and unable to react. His appearance just circumvented them off actions and they stood mute like tamed pawns.

It had only been a week but Active duty was My Business, not sitting here day in and Out figuring out which fancy dress I wanted to wear. Closing His eyes Ethan Took An inhale, holding his breath still. "Yes." He replied calmly. "The Head - Is Alexander the Impossible... and He refuses to call off the attack on the Vampires territory..." he finished off, my heart starting to sink. I don't know why Its not like I expected someone who doesn't care about his own Kinds well being - to care About mine. "He swears Half Vampires are the devils of the Earth." Ethan huffed at that statement. "Even worst then a pure blood." He said as if it was astonishing This 'Alexander' the great feared Half vampir