Dhampir Books Novels & Stories

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?

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. With that, Xen jumped into the action. The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once. The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.

Damon’s POV Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders. "So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal." Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it." Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."

She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales was a little irrational. In the real world, neither fairy godmothers nor prince charming exist. Emma didn't believe in them anymore. Couldn't do so. Not after the only man she believed truly understood her ended up destroying her. Emma's heart was heavy as she turned to leave Ivy's room. No matter how much she wanted to be hopeful, the reality of things was just too heartbreaking. Love was confined to the pages of books only; it did not exist. No longer for her. It's amusing how the girl who used to believe in fairytales and love had lost f

It wouldn't kill to explore. It was a library. A very very sad library. The only books here where history books not any type of history but vampire history books, school books, and some war novels with some mystery books here and there. Looks like their taste in books suck because why? Why would someone's library lack romance, sci-fi or even fantasy even though it's one. "Are you done crucifying my books?" Damian said slowly i didn't panic because i already knew he was there. "Nope not yet give me a second" i held my hands out "yhup I'm done" he laughed as he walked closer.

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

“Fine, we can give him some time. But I want you boys to keep me updated if this persists. I just wish he would have talked to me before he ran off.” We all nod in understanding and continue to eat. Alex takes a sip of his beer then sets it down. Alex is a Dhampir. Which means he’s a half-human and half-vampire. Alex is very similar in looks to Rowan. I guess it’s a vampire thing. He is tall and pale with hazel eyes. Being that he’s a vampire, he doesn’t age. He doesn’t look much older than us, which makes it hard to explain to people that he’s our foster father.

He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba. This creature was in the shape of a German shepherd, but was at least a head taller, if not more. It was striped gray and black and had a lion-like mane that was only a little darker than the rest of the fur. It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin.

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."