Novel & Cerita Dhampir

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."

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

Almost in a cruel tone of voice, he discovered Anna's real identification. "You're a dhampir, proper?" Anna misplaced all colour on her face. With a frightened gaze, she took a step back. Dhampir—A hybrid offspring among a vampire and a human. Born withinside the hole among mild and darkness, day and night, inheriting the blood of each race. And our bodies clearly inherited twin traits of human beings and vampires. With enough intent, they may masquerade as everyday human beings genuinely flawlessly, however, Raven located a tiny flaw in Anna's behaviour.

Unexpectedly, she jerked my collar, “Knox, will you feed now?” I blinked, “What?” Is that what all this is about? She drank, so I could feed from her? My eyes fell on her slender pale neck, tempted for a minute, but I resisted. Feeding from her too often won't be good for her, even though I'm becoming obsessed with it. But come to think of it, she's dying, right? The venom in my saliva can heal her, so why don't I keep feeding? It won't turn her into a vampire, rather she will become a damphire. Damphire's are mortals with heightened senses, agility stronger than that of humans, their lifespan is also longer than that of a human. They take traits of a vampire, but they do not feed on blood.

Blood spilled. “I really liked you,” I told him. “Bastard.” I ripped the doll from his hand and tore the hair free. My body healed all at once. Bone snapped back into place. Skin sealed. Strength flooded me. Kieran tried to speak, tried to shape a spell. His hands twitched. I slammed his head into the ground. Once. Twice. A third time. The grass turned red beneath him. “I’m a fucking Dhampir,” he gasped, blood filling his mouth. "It will take a lot more than that to kill me!"

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Episode 4 Sarah stared long at the ceiling of the bedroom she was in, one she had yet to get used go, her back laid against the bed. Thinking back to all what James, told her earlier. All not making sense to her. Especially her being a, Dhampir. A vampire Slayer (Dhampir). Unique but rare race of creatures, believed to be stronger than vampires. They feed on vampire blood at times, but most get stronger, depending on the number of vampires killed by them. They were like the balance of nature, keeping the Vampires in check. She didn't believe she was one though, she lacked anything special. She had no speed, or super strength. Sh

POV: Alternating - Valentina, Sibyl, Tom Location: Various, Rookeries Time: Same Week VALENTINA CORVINO I'm running messages through the Rookeries when I smell the blood club vampire following me. Not the first time. Won't be the last. Being dhampir makes me valuable target for vampire recruitment. Dhampir means half-vampire. One parent vampire, one human. We're rare. Daywalkers. Stronger than humans, faster than full vampires in sunlight. Parliament wants us controlled or eliminated.

“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.

' 'We…Mom, dad, and I had asked witch Glinda to hide her outer appearance so that people around here won't freak out after finding out how quickly she was growing older. It didn't take me much time to realize what his daughter was, and I also could understand the reason why he was trying to hide this fact from the people around him because the moment anyone would find out what she was! They would kill her because a dhampir (They are creatures that are the result of a union between a vampire and a mortal human) didn't belong here. 'You should teach her to act like a baby, you know?' I suggested to him.