Lady Dhampir Novels & Stories

“Or maybe she should be tied up and burnt alive to be offered as an offering to the moon goddess.” The more she thought and suggested ideas, the more her eyes sparkled in mischief. It was pleasing to think about watching Dimitri suffer. She suddenly thought about something important. “Hera, are they witches , wolves or... angels?” she bit down on her lower lip as she waited for Hera to respond. Hera’s mind seemed to have wandered off as she kept touching the hem of her body covering with her gaze stuck to the ground. “Hera!” Elena shouted, snapping Hera back to her senses and the present. She furrowed her brows together, “What are you thinking about that you are paying no attention to me?”

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.

That made my stomach tightened and I said “Why?“ He smiled, “I'd like to talk to him” “That's not happening” I said immediately and he laughed heartily. “I figured you'd say that” Lyra then stepped forward from behind me and I instantly shot her a look “Lyra—” “What are you” she asked Delan calmly. He blinked once and smiled, “Straight to the point, I like that” He uncrossed his hands, “I'm a dhampir” My eyes widened as silence engulfed us then I started circling him curiously “Seriously?“

Lyall growled harshly. “Easy… I didn’t come here to fight or cause trouble,” the witch said. Lyall looked at him with a searching gaze. His hair was long past his shoulders, her clothes resembled a long black dress, and she wore a black cloak as well. But the witch was a man. A hybrid wolf approached and growled at him. Lyall turned and growled too. Lyall turned to the witch and growled, demanding that he leave. Lyall attacked the hybrid wolf. The hybrid wolves weren’t as strong as the Rogues. They were strong as vampires but not as wolves, so Lyall was able to defeat them easily.

she said, narrowing her eyes. Liam rolls his eyes. “She is harmless, you guys are speaking at nothing,” said Daniel. “Harmless? What harmless? Have you seen her last night? Her hair was all silver, her eyes were all silver, and her skin was diamond. Have you ever seen this before? We can say that it is natural but ask any of the gods if they created her?” said Mila. “Mila, I know she is different, I know she has links with the darkest side of humans but she has nothing to do with all this. She is harmless guys,” said Daniel, annoyed.

I commanded and he looks at me. "Is Tiara your cousin??" I asked. "Yes ma, she is" he replied. 😘Jackson p.o.v 😘. I don't remember offending anyone, why would a monster enter my house, how did it even gain entrance. Who is she? or is it? she is for the vampiress's face while, it, is for the bat's face. "One wish, I want my human face!!!" she said and everywhere shook that I had to look down in fear.

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.

In twenty years of living, this was the first time I had encountered someone so arrogant and unreasonable. “What did you want me to say? I didn’t catch that.” “I’m a dog.” I played the recording out loud, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Good. Everyone heard it.” Lily instantly realized she had been tricked. With a furious shout, she lunged at me, arms flailing. Ridiculous. Though the mark on my face suppressed most of my vampire strength, dealing with someone like her—baring teeth and claws—was no more difficult than teasing a cat.

The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith. The battlefield, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, became a theater for the convergence of primal forces. Dylan, now an unholy specter, exuded an aura of menace that sent ripples of fear through those who dared to witness his transformation. Chastity, standing resolute against this grotesque incarnation, faced a formidable adversary whose essence resonated with the darkest corners of vampiric lore.

"What did she say, Xanthe? What is she?" Xanthe's voice dropped to a hushed whisper, her words hanging in the air with an eerie intensity. "You know she has a weird kind of hair. She's a tribid, Daphne. A creature with a harmonious blend of human, vampire, and werewolf blood. I am not so sure if those were what she counted but it was spookier than you could imagine. She was like, she knew the drink was poisoned before she drank it."