Novel & Cerita Dhampir

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.

I tell him. “Because I haven't. I am not technically a vampire.” He tells me. “Oh.” I say, confused. “I'm a Dhampir.” “A what?” I ask him. The baby finished the bottle so Cash shifts him around to hold him to his shoulder and burp him. “A dhampir. My father was a vampire and my mother was a human. They had me and my brother. We are dhampirs. Pretty much makes us a mix of vampire and humans. We have the ability to sense when other supernaturals are near us. It is like we get this weird tingle on our skin. We have the enhanced hearing and vision, accelerated regenerating ability which in other words

"Go to the rendezvous point, with the blood bags, give her some to help with her healing, and stay with her to make sure she's okay." "Yes sir!" He dashed with his superspeed, it almost seemed like he disappeared into thin air. "Now for you…." Damien turned back to Adira. "I have always wondered what'd you taste like, now that there's no King Alaric to stop me I will." "That's crazy! You can't drink a vampire's blood." "That's so true, but you are not a vampire, you are a dhampir. Half human, half Vampire, best of both. So hopefully you will taste even better than the average human."

His tears falling like a stream down his face. “No Ben, you need to understand, your father lied to me this whole time. I had no idea who I truly was until I left the academy. Ben my mother was a demon. I am only half human… half hunter. The other half of me is demon. Not just any demon, I am a founding member of the underworld. “Darren knew Ben, he knew everything. But he wanted to use me for his own benefit.”

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

She took his hands as they did some ritual yelling and handshake and she turned to me— “This is Blake. The guy that’s gonna take us to the Serpent boss. He’s my guy so we’re good” She nodded before looking to him. “We’re good” “And it’s Murphy” He said, squinting to see the roads as he pulled away. “The serpent boss” He continued as we shared a glance. “She’s a woman?” I asked, refusing eye contact.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

“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!”