Dhampir Novels & Stories

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.

Alex knew his friend was a proud man so he did not push further on the matter but only decided he would not take part in her torture. Damien was still thumping about in his room when Elle entered and found him talking to himself. She wondered why he was talking all by himself and wanted to confront him when she saw the color in his eyes. She had never seen him that way and immediately fear struck her, causing her to quickly mindlink both Alex and Ariel for them to hurry up to Damien’s room. Out of fear, Elle stood just outside the room while waiting for them to arrive first as she was scared of the sort of creature she had seen in Damien. His eyes instead of the normal deep yellowish-gold wo

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

His arms were spread sideways like a floating god hovering above the men like their saviour. The werebats and weredogs growled silently in fear and slowly, they were quiet. They couldn't attack nor could they growl, they just retreated into the dark like ghosts until they were nowhere to be found or perceived. He looked down at the men and women, a smile appeared on his handsome face "Am I so glad to meet you Dhampir!" He said. Clancy doesn't know who he was, they just stared at him speechless and unable to react. His appearance just circumvented them off actions and they stood mute like tamed pawns.

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.”

She licked her chapped lips, she had been drained of blood in those seconds that her heart was finally pumping new ones and circulating it through her. Her legs felt like jellies and she almost crawled to the bed and sat down on it, she placed her hand on her chest one more time and closed her eyes, God, I’m alive, I am really alive, she thought as she covered her mouth with her hand as tears blurred her vision. Her father was the scariest men she had ever seen and she hated seeing him angry but this man, the man she just saw? She would gladly watch her father angry a million times than have another scene with that monster. It was as if his eyes were an empty vacuum, no, bottomless pit of he

But as for reaching them. Oh, I’m such an idiot, after all. Hastily, I drew a pentagram, spilled blood in the center, and started the familiar summoning. He appeared immediately, a small minion, something between a demon and a demonic creature. He had a wolf’s body with a clean human skull on top. He did, however, have a magnificent set of fangs sticking out in all directions. Ak-kvir. “What did you summon me for, necromancer?” “Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?”

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

"And you said, you're a dhampirica, like Cloe. What did you mean?" "Sounds insane. I know." I shrugged when he grinned lopsidedly, perhaps still thinking it was just a load of bullcrap. "Nicco said Ilya's a pureblood, like the Falcos. But Mommy isn't. I mean, she's perfectly healthy. No genetic abnormalities or anything." "So, you're saying, you're half-vampire?"