Lady Dhampir 소설 & 이야기

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.

Dhampir pregnancies last only thirty-six days instead of thirty-six weeks, they reach their full growth in ten years, and they are immortal. My wife is completely human, and I aim to keep it that way. She’s a doctor—smart, funny, and young. I was turned when I was thirty-three, and she is now twenty-nine, soon to be thirty. We haven’t discussed her becoming a vampire yet. She mentioned it once not long ago, but wasn’t eager to be turned. The subject was dropped, but I have a feeling that it will be revisited soon.

It was bustling that day and I could see several of my men taking full advantage of their day off. We began walking over to some of them to say a quick hello when our course was halted by Lady Ozera. Her feet lodged in place and her crystal eyes lit up as she spotted something across the way—or I should say, someone. Curious as to what had captured her attention, I followed her gaze to find it landing on another group of Dhampir, this one containing none other than Dimitri.

It is depicted on the coat of arms of Armenia along with Noah's Ark. However, unknown to humans, it's also the residence of the Dakhanavar Vampires. The Dakhanavar is an Armenian vampire who protects the valley from intruders. They follow travelers until they stop for a rest, stalking their every move. When they finally stop, the vampire attacks them in their sleep, typically going for their feet. They mostly attack them at night. However, in times of need, they can even attack in the day. But that's a rare sight!

Dhampir pregnancies last only thirty-six days instead of thirty-six weeks, they reach their full growth in ten years, and they are immortal. My wife is completely human, and I aim to keep it that way. She's a doctor-smart, funny, and young. I was turned when I was thirty-three, and she is now twenty-nine, soon to be thirty. We haven't discussed her becoming a vampire yet. She mentioned it once not long ago, but wasn't eager to be turned. The subject was dropped, but I have a feeling that it will be revisited soon.

Making her way back down the hall she stepped around the man's body and went back into the room with the werewolf larva. Once inside, she let Cydney raise her head. At that same moment the Lycan males uncloaked. The little girl looked around at the six giant creatures before releasing a scream and fainting.

Rebbeca yapped back. “Woof! Let’s tail them,” James added. The three 'puppies' moved silently through the underbrush, observing the vampires as they waited. “Hey, Lui. Where’s Lady Lamia?” “She’s... ah, there she is!” A woman dressed in clothes Drex recognized walked casually toward the vampires. However, though she wore Lamia’s face, Drex knew the real Lamia was trapped in Heaven's Cliff. This was an imposter. “Woof! That’s not a vampire. She’s a fake!” Drex yapped to his subordinates.

"The first moon-blood queen." Wonderful, no pressure at all. The black water around us rippled suddenly, and I saw varying images flash across its surface like a reflective mirror. I saw war, burning cities, and red-eyed creatures tearing through battlefields, killing Lycans and wolves. They tore into anyone standing in their way. It was horrible. And then... I saw Caleb, covered in blood, beneath a silver crown. I stumbled backward. "What is this?" "Possibilities," the woman replied quietly.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

his voice trailed off as he controlled his emotions. "But the punishment she was given was worse than death. Siku would never be able to conceive," Maddox said and Clara covered her mouth with both hands but remembered something. "Wait, I thought female vampires can't have babies?" Clara said recalling something from a childhood story. "Yes, what you said is true but a female vampire has a small chance of getting pregnant if they mate with a male human. Their offspring is called dhampir," Maddox explained. "But your husband took that small chance away from her and gave her multiple scars she can't even show her face in public any more," he added.