Apples_is_sweet

—-This is my first novel, I hope you like it.—
In a world where the supernatural and humanity have long walked parallel paths, the shadows conceal truths that most humans remain blissfully unaware of. Yet, some individuals glimpse beyond the veil, recognizing that they are not alone in this realm.   
Vampires, with their insatiable thirst for blood, lurk in the night; werewolves endure the torment of transformation beneath the full moon, their bodies wracked with pain as they shift; and witches wield formidable magic, casting spells that can alter fate itself. Many have assumed that these creatures—werewolves, witches, and vampires—are the sole inhabitants of the dark, each grappling with their own primal instincts.  
But everything changes with the emergence of Dawn, a Dhampir, whose enigmatic and sorrowful past is shrouded in forgotten memories. In the depths of the forest, a feral siren, once thought to be mere folklore, materializes, intertwining their fates. Their paths have crossed before, under tragic circumstances, yet the details remain lost in the mists of time, leaving them to rebuild the trust that once existed.  
As this reborn Dhampir embarks on a quest to reclaim her fragmented memories, the stakes rise. She must confront a pivotal choice: will she defend her newfound family and the home she has just begun to cherish, or will she succumb to the desire for vengeance, seeking retribution for the agonies of her past life?

The New Journey of a Dhampir

The crow fixed its gaze on me, its wings beginning to flutter with excitement. It let out a cheerful chirp, lifting its wings high into the sky.

As I rose from the ground, the crow continued to observe me intently. There was something unusual about this bird; I could sense a spark of intelligence in its eyes.

I offered the crow a soft smile, preparing to take my leave. That's when I heard the whisper again, and it became clear that it was the crow speaking to me. I turned back to face it, and the crow seemed to understand that I was different from humans, as no ordinary person could perceive its thoughts.

In my mind, the crow's voice resonated, "Dhampir, thank you for mending my wings. What name do you go by?"

"You can call me Dawn. But how is it that I can hear you?"

"Crows and dhampir have shared a bond for centuries, intertwining our minds in ways you may not fully grasp."

I nodded in understanding and inquired about the crow's name.

"I am called Crown. I was captured by human hunters who discovered my abilities and imprisoned me for days.

They sought to conduct experiments to unravel the mystery of my speech. One night, a human clad in a red coat, with large black glasses and pale skin, became intoxicated. He opened my cage and began to torment me. Seizing the moment, I attacked his eyes with my sharp beak, catching him off guard. I managed to escape through the window, but a trap snagged my wings, leaving me injured. I never thought I would make it out alive. Dhampir, I owe you my life."

As I absorbed Crown's tale, I asked if he wished to accompany me. With a gentle smile, he declined, expressing his desire to reunite with his family. However, he assured me that if I ever faced trouble, I could call his name three times, and he would come to my aid.

I smiled back at the crow, nodding in agreement. I watched as he flapped his wings and soared into the sky until he vanished from sight.

I strolled leisurely toward my destination, pausing at the pedestrian stoplight, waiting for the bus to make its appearance. As the bus finally rolled up, the other passengers around me moved forward to board. I was the last to step on, making my way to the back seat.

That's when I spotted the elderly man I had once helped, only to flee in fear. He noticed me too, his expression a mix of anxiety and recognition.

I brushed off the moment and settled into the end of the row. I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of the bus wash over me, when I sensed a slight movement to my right. I turned to see the old man again, his anxious demeanor now softened by gratitude.

"Thank you, young lady, for your kindness. I have no excuse for abandoning you to those ruffians; I acted like a coward. I truly appreciate your bravery in that moment. I can't express my gratitude enough," he said earnestly.

"There's no need for thanks. We made it out, and that's what matters. Just be more cautious next time," I replied, shutting my eyes once more.

The old man returned to his seat, and I felt no particular emotion. I've always preferred the company of animals over humans. Perhaps it's just my nature to remain indifferent. Whether people express gratitude or disdain towards me, it doesn't really affect me.

The crow named Crown