Dhampir Book Series Novels & Stories

The Lycanthrope are free to do as they choose as long as it's not harmful to the Moroi way of life. Dhampir, the half-vampire-human hybrid, possess superhuman abilities, also: agility, speed, strength, endurance, and senses. They, too, are quick to heal, but not as fast at Moroi, and have slightly-less-than-perfect night vision. They can't shapeshift or fly. They don't possess fangs but sunlight don't affect them, but they seem to enjoy it. If you ask me, they really got the short end of the stick, especially when you take into account that they spend most of their lives protecting the Moroi, but they choose to.

' 'We…Mom, dad, and I had asked witch Glinda to hide her outer appearance so that people around here won't freak out after finding out how quickly she was growing older. It didn't take me much time to realize what his daughter was, and I also could understand the reason why he was trying to hide this fact from the people around him because the moment anyone would find out what she was! They would kill her because a dhampir (They are creatures that are the result of a union between a vampire and a mortal human) didn't belong here. 'You should teach her to act like a baby, you know?' I suggested to him.

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.

Is predominately ruled by a monarchy who is advised by a council of the heads of guild. List Of Characters: Sylvie: Our dashing heroine. Originally from the earth realm. Black hair, blue/purple colored eyes, short and clumsy. Uncommon Mage. Xander: Prince of Everaya. Blonde, brown eyed and infuriatingly handsome. Uncommon Mage Demon Lord: Enslaver of Realms. Enemy of the kingdom of Everaya. Frank: Owner/Manager of Jitter, the café where Sylvie is employed.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

Blood spilled. “I really liked you,” I told him. “Bastard.” I ripped the doll from his hand and tore the hair free. My body healed all at once. Bone snapped back into place. Skin sealed. Strength flooded me. Kieran tried to speak, tried to shape a spell. His hands twitched. I slammed his head into the ground. Once. Twice. A third time. The grass turned red beneath him. “I’m a fucking Dhampir,” he gasped, blood filling his mouth. "It will take a lot more than that to kill me!"

She moved her hand to the second picture of a creature with red eyes and long fangs. “Next comes the vampires, they've been alive for centuries, if not a millenia.” she explained scanning the images. “Then come the werewolves, although most believe them to be on equal footing with the vampires, but not the purebloods” she narrated and I listened in awe. “What of Dhampirs?” I asked curious about my fake identity. Daphne stifled a laugh and lowered her hands to the bottom of the chart like portraits. “Second to the last on the hierarchy, the last are humans”

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

their leader screamed, a woman with a face of porcelain and eyes of gold. ​"Hunters in my Keep?" the Demon King snarled, turning his fire toward the new invaders. ​The vault turned into a three-way slaughterhouse. Demons fought Inquisitors. Inquisitors fought Seraphina. And in the middle of it all, a third sound began to rise—a low, rhythmic chanting that made the very shadows on the floor stand up and grow teeth. ​"The Pale King," Arion muttered, his daggers dancing as he cut down a golden hunter. "He didn't stay dead. He’s used the chaos to send his Shadows into the heart of the mountain."

Chapter 7 Harper The coffee in my hand had gone cold somewhere between Drake explaining that Dominic was in a medically induced coma and him telling me that the Council was already drafting language to classify Marcus's attack as "evidence of demonic contamination spreading through Midnight Moon's leadership structure." I hadn't drunk it since.