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

I beheld the siren, his obsidian nails elongating and curling downward as his gaze fixated on the movement lurking behind me. A shiver coursed through my spine, a premonition of the unknown, as I observed his reaction, grappling with the urgency of my next move.

With deliberate slowness, I retreated, sensing his awareness of my presence as he pivoted toward me. I raised my hands in a placating gesture, hoping to convey that I meant no harm.

Though I doubted he comprehended my words, I endeavored to engage him, striving to keep his focus anchored on me.

"Hello, I'm not sure if you can understand me. Please, don't be afraid. What is your name?" His gaze remained fixed upon me, and I continued to speak softly, as one might to a frightened child.

Turning my head, I caught sight of the man accompanied by two crows.

Draped in a dark blue suit paired with a brown jacket and matching jeans, he stood out against the shadows.

One of the crows chirped with enthusiasm, exclaiming, "Look! It's the girl with the pink hair who saved my life!"

As the crow flapped its wings in excitement, I hissed a warning, hoping my voice remained low enough to avoid escalating the tension. "Stay still! Everyone, don't move!" I urged, as the air thickened with the sound of low growls, reminiscent of a wild beast.

The man turned, his eyes widening as he beheld the stark figure behind me. The moonlight illuminated a young, pallid man, his hair slick and dark, as if he had just emerged from the depths of a murky abyss, mud clinging to his skin.

The man's brow furrowed in bewilderment at the unexpected sight of the naked, soiled figure.

As he lowered his gaze to the elongated nails, realization dawned upon him—this was no mere human.

I observed the shift in his expression, a blend of confusion and dawning horror, while the crows regarded the peculiar man, who curled his lips in a silent snarl.

Interaction