Dhampir Books Novels & Stories

Eyes may change shape, hands will change, and hair and eyebrows will gradually thicken and change color. She snapped the book shut and opened the next one. ...The belief in vampires and bloodsucking demons is as old as man himself and may go back to prehistoric times... Grabbing the last of the books she’d taken down from the shelf, she flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

Mother mentioned after she walked in. “Mother. He doesn’t plan to hurt her, at least not yet, but he will breed her. A dhampir is dangerous. We can’t let him impregnate her,” I replied, getting the small jars where I would be putting the potions in, “they can become strong sorcerers or even vampire hunters.” I found every single ingredient and Eliphas brought the herbs. He took care of the anti vampirism potion while I took care of the bloody death.

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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”

“Do you know him Caspian?” Caspian didn’t take his eyes off Delan. “I know what he is” That was enough for me. “Then say it” “Dhampir” The word landed heavy and Jasper let out a low whistle. “Still not over how weird that is” I ignored him, my attention staying on Delan. Half human, half vampire, it's been centuries since I last heard of them. I heard they had been last wiped out, but I guess not. “What do you want?“

“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!”

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.”

It looked like they had not expected her to make it this far. The Council leader turned to Kyle, and he nodded back gravely. The judge then held out his thumb, and turned it down. As he did, a huge metal door opened, and out came a single warrior. He was clad in all black armor, with a black helmet, holding a sword and a shield. Caitlin could sense, even from this distance, that he was not human. It was a vampire, and a formidable one. This frightened her more than all the rest.

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.