Dhampir Vs Vampire Novels & Stories

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

The peace treaty starts here, Vampire returns to the deep forest, no longer appears to kill people, and people regain peace and begin to build from the rubble. Put an end to the dominance of a species that considers itself superior. The world has not only two higher species, the Vampire and the human, but also the Werewolf and the Sphinx, but one can only live underwater, the other is neutral and irrelevant because their number is so small that they can't live comfortably because humans have hunted all their food. They are angry but not hateful, and for the Vampire, they are not able to fight in numbers, but in terms of strength, an individual werewolf has equal or greater power than an indi

I reached the table in a few short moments, dropping back into a bow; I did not want to anger these creatures, not if I could help it. “Do you know who we are, witch?” Said the second male vampire and I could tell that he was much younger than the first, his English accent less prominent in his voice. The second male had the same raven hair as the first, though his reached the apex of his back; a similar central parting but without the shortness as the sides. He was as slim as the first, with piercing amber eyes much like that of the older vampire; his stance on witches clear to be nothing other than distain, especially towards me. He wore a full black suit with a crimson red mantle that cov

I felt satisfied as the hot liquid traveled down my throat. “But aren't you a vampire too?” I nodded. “I am but as you might've guessed, I'm half-human. Weaker than most of the pure vampires out there. And I don't know a thing about them since I was never told by anyone.” She put a finger on her chin. "Well, vampires are also known as 'Blood Suckers'. They have a long history that even I don't know about entirely. There are two types of vampires: the turned ones and the pure-blood ones. I'm a turned one like I said. Some are born as vampires, to vampire parents. So they are supposedly more powerful than the turned ones. Every vampire has a mate, who they sense the instant they meet them. Tha

Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her. But when Waylan fights back for her life, she just cries and let the vampire suck her blood. But she was suddenly got shocked when someone hold her hand while pulling her away from that vampire. And for the second time around she sees Zeal in a vampire form but too weak and the wound from his stomach is still there that's why Waylan got confused because all she knows is vampires can heal their wounds. 'How can you stop me from killing that human who causes all this! And even you! If not because of you! this won't happen!" said the vampire who attacks Waylan in anger.

The vampire let out an agonized scream, piercing the air with his torment. "AAAHHHHHHHH!" In a macabre twist, Damian wielded the dismembered vampire's arm as a makeshift sword, decapitating him with his own severed limb. The sight was a gruesome testament to Damian's brutality and resourcefulness. The vampire whom Damian had previously thrown rose to his feet, a relentless determination etched on his face as he charged at Damian. Yet, his fate was sealed. In a swift, lethal motion, Damian plunged his dagger-like arm into the vampire's chest, forcefully extracting his beating heart.

“Do you know him Caspian?” Caspian didn’t take his eyes off Delan. “I know what he is” That was enough for me. “Then say it” “Dhampir” The word landed heavy and Jasper let out a low whistle. “Still not over how weird that is” I ignored him, my attention staying on Delan. Half human, half vampire, it's been centuries since I last heard of them. I heard they had been last wiped out, but I guess not. “What do you want?“

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

I was about to stand to see clearly how the fight was going on when someone suddenly grabbed me from the back. "Got you," said the baritone voice as I felt a strong arm around my shoulders, holding me captive. I froze in fear. A man. A vampire. He must be with the long-haired woman!

The news hit Arayah like a physical blow, and a primal rage coursed through her veins, threatening to consume her. In a flash of raw fury, Arayah's true vampire form emerged. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly crimson light, her fangs elongated, and her entire body radiated a dark aura. The air crackled with power as she unleashed her wrath upon those who had taken her father from her. Screams echoed through the castle halls as Arayah's unleashed her vengeance, striking down her enemies with a ruthless efficiency. The council members, once so powerful and revered, now lay lifeless at her feet, their blood staining the cold stone floor.