Lady Dhampir Novels & Stories

Cindy was now the confused one. We all burst out laughing, "Goodness you are so naive Cindy, that's not what I meant" Narin chortled loudly. "Not a bad idea though, I would love to see what creature they give birth to. Maybe a dhampir or Elven vampire" Bonnie cackled. "I bet they will be so cute, especially if they turn out to be dhampirs. I have even made my research on them before now" I added with a wide smile. "Did you know that the skin of Dhampirs appears pale, they have dark hair and their eyes are usually red or purple, such beautiful colors?

The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of. His fated bride~ He has chaos in his soul, only his fated bride can bring him to peace. But who would have thought that a legendary being like him will fall for a perfectly flawed mess. An ordinary human girl~ A weird entomologist who had been stabbed in the back by those she had needed the most, lied by those she had loved the most. Sky, a perfectly broken mess. Join Sky on her alluring journey of romance where she will be thrown in the world full of Monsters of myth, ghosts and a King who

Maybe because she was using her power, it wasn’t calm, sweet, and composure, but it was laced with power, dominance, and authority. ‘I was right.’ Theodore thought. “But wizards are alive human and vampire is dead. He can be both unless….” Liara paused before adding, “Unless he is born as a hybrid, a Dhampir to be exact, half human, half vampire!” She completed and looked at Scarlett, who nodded her head, which meant what she said was the truth.

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."

At first, she would come every day, but when the Luna started noticing the barrier intrusion, Scarlette reduced it gradually until she only came around my birthday period and unpredictably. I found out she was not as human as I thought she was. Scarlette is a dhampir. She, somehow, was more human than a vampire. Had the speed, strength, telepathy and more she didn't tell, and she only drank blood twice a year or once, if she didn't use her powers too much. Scarlette was also a hunter as she claimed, which I believed was because of how easily she slipped in and out of the pack.

“Half breed slut! I can smell the witch blood on you.” Then before I could respond, she grabbed my arm, digging her nails into the skin as she brought her face closer to me. “Lurking in the shadows… Did you cast a spell with that filthy blood of yours?” “This half breed is the High Luna of the nation.” My voice was steady as I did my best to rein in my anger. Injila’s face went slack. “What?” “Let go,” I growled darkly. “I won't ask again.”

“They are and they’re reeking of jealousy.” “Lovely.” Sera led me farther inside. “Ignore them.” “I intend to.” A graceful demoness approached us. She had silver hair that reached her waist and elegant black horns that curled backward. “Sera.” She embraced her warmly. “It’s been weeks.” “It has.” She looked toward me curiously. “So this is the famous human.” Sera nodded. “This is Mila and she’s not a human, she’s a wolf.” “Mila…” The woman smiled politely. “I’m Lady Lyra.”

Miles muttered before he flipped to another page. "Vampirar is vampire." I put away the heavy drapes. Bright and blinding rays of the sun penetrated my skin, leaving a somewhat stinging sensation. I stepped away from the windows and grabbed clean clothes, opting for a casual dress and light leather boots. The weather seemed fine, and in case his family invited us to while the day away with more outdoor activities, at least I'd be comfortable. "What's 'dhampirica'?" "Half-vampire, half-human offspring," Miles said flatly.

"It's not, there is a way to reproduce their species." What, that's impossible, you can't reproduce if their all dead. "I don't understand," I say honestly. "Anna, there is said to be a gift that the Moon Goddess gives to the lucky daughter of an Alpha, to be able to reproduce the Lycan species-" "No." I whimper. "Please don't tell me-" "Anna you're the daughter." He states abruptly. "No no no no, please no." I whimper again. "No! No! This is bull shit!" I yell standing up from the couch.

The prospect of uncertainty loomed, but Thalia, fueled by a concoction of emotions, was prepared to face it head-on. As they approached, the figure stepped into the dim light, revealing a cloaked individual with an air of malevolence. "Well, well. It seems you wolves are more resilient than I anticipated," the mysterious figure sneered, reveling in the chaos they had unleashed. Thorian, fueled by a mix of pain and anger, growled, "Who are you, and why are you doing this?" The figure chuckled darkly, a sinister edge to their response. "You may call me Darius, and this is just the beginning. The wolves are in for a reckoning."