Dhampir Book Series Novels & Stories

“That’s what I meant.” “The books and movies are incorrect,” Rowan informed him. “The vampire and the werewolf originated in one of earth’s alternate dimensions. It is a dimension that is far more beautiful and pleasant a place to be. We were exiled here as punishment for angering Goethe, a powerful god being. Each holds the other at fault for this exile. Hence the hatred, resentment, and constant battling.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Here they were, Heath thought as he stared at Aislen. He had known, he admitted to himself. It had been there growing in the back of his mind the entire time, the understanding of the role that the vampire would play. However much he desired the vampire, however, he wasn’t entirely convinced that he could trust him. The Concordia were… mysterious, aloof, and secretive. This vampire, as well, had quite a reputation according to the pack’s history books.

The most toxic of all metals for vampires. He looked past them, and saw additional layers of bars behind them. He had no doubt now that the savage seven were being kept here. Kyle heard a faint rumbling noise. As he leaned in, suddenly a long, yellow claw reached out of the blackness, towards the bars. This was followed by a hideous face, with long, orange fangs, drooling. He could smell its rotten breath, even from here. Ancient, primordial creatures, the savage seven were too hideous too look at, even for Kyle, and he had to turn away. For a moment, he felt relieved that they were locked up, and he second-guessed releasing them.

I couldn't get myself to ask because of how good it was. "Why does it taste different?" I asked as I swallowed the last drop. "Cos it's different. Cos its blood," Wait! What! Next update: 04/07/2021 (5 new chapters) Kindly leave your reviews. You can get the book on A****n as well.

“How does that work?” “When a dhampir is eighteen, they choose if they want to go on living a mortal life or if they want to give themselves to the blood god and live an immortal life.” “Yes, Aldric told me. But how do they do it?” Lazarus plucks a blade of grass from the ground and runs it through his long fingers. “It’s a blood ritual. It’s written in The Book.” I blush lightly. I haven’t read The Book since Aldric left. “I haven’t gotten to that part yet.”

He seemed to be stronger than the king and that did scare me just a little bit. Ethan wasn't able to keep up with him so he was fast, really fucking fast. Although we had seemed to run on for hours, The Wolf Hunter guy hadn't put me down. He listened to all my cries and cursing at him without even responding back. It was getting darker now so I know it was around five in the evening. Its crazy how all of this is happening. First meeting Ethan then moving in with him, learning about his mother and father, even more about Kagura. It has all just been a lot to take in, now Im being kidnapped by a Vampire Wolf hunter. And I know Sam is involved somehow.

There is war coming and I don’t know yet how to stop it. My name is Phoenix. I am a vampire, and I am nearly three hundred years old. I am the second in command and best friend to the vampire king Dominic. We didn’t have much of a life once King Dominic’s parents were betrayed and killed but that changed one hundred and fifty years later when king Dominic found and saved his werewolf queen Seraphina, now until she came into all our lives we never cared about anything or anyone as long as they were following the rules and did as they were told. Seraphina changed that. She helped us find love again and then when she had king Dominic’s first children, one of them happened to be my mate. A beaut

I still need to be strong, and I need to learn more about them. Now that I know these facts, it seems that fate is really testing my patience, will, and endurance to deal with all of this and stay here. Sir Darenn, I believe it is not too late for him. He hasn't killed or harmed anyone yet, and he's a dhampir, which allows him to live in the human world. I don't want him to have blood on his hands like his brothers, but I can't blame Sir Daryl and the twins for doing what they did before. I understand they rely on human blood to survive, but why do they continue using those dead people as puppets and enslaved people?

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

I was supposed to meet back with him in a few more days. "I'll be back, I need to go take care of something." I get up for the couch and leave the house. Once I start to approach the west broader, going deep into the snowy forest, I see pack warriors standing there in wolf form growling and snapping sharp teeth. I make my way through the thick trees and pack warriors, making my way up to the front. Once I get to the front, I see Uncle Jax and Tilda's mate slowly stalking back and forth watching the vampire prince as he stands there a few yards away leaning up again a thick tree looking unbothered by the growling pack warriors.