Lady Dhampir Novels & Stories

It was somehow in line with her imagination before that vampires lived in gloomy castles. Nevertheless, dinner had gone smoothly. The heart of the spiritual beasts were top-quality goods, and they were rare. For Irene, even though she was unable to remember where she had experienced it, she seemed to sense a familiar sensation. The blood was also nourishing, the purer version of the one she had seen delivered to Queen Lamia. Speaking of Queen Lamia, she was glad that she showed signs of improvement. The unnatural paleness had been reduced so that she no longer looked like an anorexic corpse.

He is manly, with a warrior god physique. She was before a damsel in distress and she had been her hero. She had become what she is now, gentle and dangerous, water in a real sense, because of what he had done to her. But more than that, his desperate love for his beloved is what thrilled her most. His bride is a very lucky girl, whoever among them is she. Meanwhile in Oxidore " Your mother didn't send you here just to lose! Every creature of the night know that Rhysher the Lycan is searching for a bride to marry! That should be you!" Balthar was yelling at his daughter.

They looked all classy and if not for their pale skin, I would have agreed that they looked handsome and beautiful. Lord Ralph's brother walked in with a beautiful lady. She was a vampire, but she looked pretty and wore a very light makeup, not like th other ladies who wore heavy makeups that made them look even more scary. A soul music was playing and the vampires discussed between themselves. The boys served drinks while the girls served hors d'oeuvre. I saw how the vampires stared at the humans like they wanted to devour them. But I guess there was a rule or something stopping them from doing so.

I frown at his term and arc my brows at him, “You know that dude?” He hesitates for a while before he says, “I don't know him. I just happened to run into him somewhere. He's Lycan.” I freeze in my seats and so does Nathan upon hearing that information. “Pfft! What are you saying? There's only werewolves. We don't even know if there are vampires in this city but Lycan's? Come on-” “Crystal confirmed it,” he looked down at the table as he said that.

Resting heavily against her collarbone is a platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. "Is that what I think it is?" I ask, staring at the ancient seal, a profound sense of awe and terror washing over me. Valerius nods slowly, his face pale. "Yeah. The woman on Draven’s arm appears to be a Royal Lycan. The Rose of Light."

“Feeder? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “That’s what vampires call humans they drink from directly. Most of the time, they rely on blood packs for meals. But sometimes, they need fresh blood — especially during Diako.” I frowned. “Diako?” “It’s a phase,” she explained, her tone calm, steady, “a cycle of heightened hunger. It comes every so often, and during it, they need blood from the vein. Some vampires keep a human just for that. Some feed only when necessary, others…” she hesitated, “…keep them close. A few even form bonds with them.”

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 said, raising the edges of her dress from the floor. I furrowed my brows. "How do you go from having a Jupiter size crush on a guy to hating him with the realisation that he is not a vampire but instead a my can?" I asked the question more to myself than anyone else but Meds still paused by my side to answer. Her answer included a very confused stare and a shrug. "Vampires and dhampirs was where I created the line," she stated bluntly. "You just make sure that darkling is on the right side," I said to her with a wink.

“Wanted for arson? You mean the crime you so meticulously set up? Like I would waste my time starting a fire to harm this good-for-nothing bastard who’s already on his way to hell.” Kylan stepped forward indignantly but a glare from Chase halted him in his tracks. I scoffed. He could be so vicious and manipulative out of sight but when he stood in from of his opponent, he was nothing but a coward. “Because you have a powerful lycan backing you, you think you’re all that now.” Lily sneered. “Let me break it to you that you aren’t.”

Ban: So… Lord Drago: I was really trying to keep this a secret but… Come Forth! Spier! (Night sky) A crack in space just besides Lord Drago appears and as that pitch black crack widens, a creepy hand holds the edge of the crack space and a figure creepily appears out of the crack space. A shadowy figure that sent chills to my spine but somehow I kept my cool. It was tall and had wings that were incredibly torn and scary. It grew horns and had long hair. Its figure seems to be that of a woman but that creepiness is insane. If I had to really compare it. I’d say it's similar to a forest fairy you see in movies that got bitten by a zombie and a vampire at the same time and now it's a Fairy Zomb