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—-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

He tilts his head with a curious gaze, his inhuman eyes fixed on me. A realization dawns: any sudden movement could provoke him, just as it had before.

Sirens are known for their aggressive behavior when they feel threatened or anxious, which can trigger their predatory instincts to surge.

As I cautiously step back, I raise my hands slowly, signaling that I mean no harm. After a moment of assessing my intentions, he shifts his focus, scanning the surroundings—the trees, the leaves, the grass—taking in everything around him. It's a surreal sight to behold.

I notice the tension in his body as he moves about, maintaining a safe distance from me. Words linger on my lips, but I hesitate, unsure if he comprehends my language. Taking a leap of faith, I ask, "Sirens have avoided these lands for centuries. What brings you back now?" Upon hearing my question, he turns his gaze back to me, tilting his head in that same curious manner, leaving me uncertain if he understood. Gradually, he steps closer, stopping at a cautious distance. I hold my breath, frozen in place.

In the silence, we lock eyes, the gentle breeze ruffling our hair. I take in his features—his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth—his face strikingly pale yet undeniably beautiful. A wave of nervousness washes over me, an unusual feeling for someone who rarely feels anxious. The peculiarity of this encounter leaves me bewildered.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps and voices behind me. If I can hear them, he certainly can too. I realize that the siren might react poorly to the presence of others, potentially leading to an attack.

He retreats a few steps, letting out a soft snarl at the sound of the approaching presence, while I groan inwardly, knowing this situation is about to escalate.