Dhampir Books Novels & Stories

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

“What exactly does that mean?” Amy took a deep breath. “Leo and I have been working on a cure for vampirism,” Amy said, then added, “Dhampirs are a combination of vampires and humans. We’ve discovered that dhampir blood cures vampirism.” “You can make vampires human again?” “Not yet,” Amy said, folding her hands. “So far, we can make vampires into creatures similar to dhampirs. They can go out into the sunlight and have all the powers of vampires, but they aren’t human.”

I ask, my skepticism clear. “An outcast,” she replies. “A Dhampir, a vampire-human hybrid. They’re rare and hated by both humans and vampires, but Ailric is one of the few who has survived long enough to become dangerous. He knows things about Ailuranthropes that even Ramon might not.” The idea of a Dhampir knowing more about my kind than Ramon feels absurd, but Helena’s tone leaves no room for doubt. “And why would he help me?” I ask.

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.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

But it did start to bend, and clearly, it wouldn’t hold for long. Caitlin looked at the letters and realized that it was Jonah’s door. Caitlin charged the vampires, Sera by her side, and this time, Caitlin extracted her spear and threw it ahead of her. It pierced one vampire right through the throat, and then magically returned to her. The other two vampires turned and charged. One of them leapt in the air, right for Sera, but Sera was ready, crouching down, and raising her axe. It lodged right into the vampire’s stomach.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

“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 kisses her back. She tells him "I am not a weak bitch to whimper with pain just because my mate shoved up his thing inside me. I am much more than that my mate" Xandier nods hearing her and closes his eyes. Darcy goes to sleep soon as she is tired even though she doesn't want to accept it. Xandier opens his eyes the next moment and sits up on the bed with aggression. He has smelled something foreign. Whoever it is, has smelled like a Vampire. He gets up from his bed and runs into the direction where he smell the odour. He soon shifts into his black wolf form and runs as faster as he could. He can still smell him but he is not able to see him. He looks up at the tree to see a man looking a

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?