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

As I woke to the alarm once again. It's the same routine.

I yawned before getting out of bed and I went to my clothes to get dressed.

It's pretty much the same outfit I usually wear.

I decided to wear a tight red shirt and a pair of black jeans.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face as usual before heading out when I could smell the cooking food.

I could smell some bacon and scrambled eggs as usual. I sat down at the counter and ate the food.

I looked at mom and asked, "Aren't you going to work? Why aren't you dressed?"

She smiled at me and said, "And what? Not say goodbye to my baby. I won't be able to see you in a long time. I won't be seeing you til the spring break. Lastly, I want to hear a call from you every morning and night, so I know you're alright."

I nodded my head, I wasn't annoyed by her overprotective behavior. I can understand where's she coming from.

I'm her only family left. If I remember right, her family disowned her since she got pregnant when she was fifteen years old and wouldn't tell them who was the father of the child in her womb.

She didn't have any other living relatives, so she called Andy who had close relationship with my mother.

She was in a bad condition since she had stayed outside in the cold for five days because she didn't have money to call for a bus or get some food.

That's when she was taken in by Andy who stayed with her for a while until she got a job.

She had lived a hard life to provide for me and myself.

Although my memories feel so foggy, I can remember the feelings of darkness and isolation for some reason as if I lived with it for a long time.

Sometimes I can feel the darkness and the emptiness lingering in the back of my mind as if waiting for me in the shadows.

I shook my head as I tried to push back the feelings.

I looked at my mom before getting up and kissed her cheeks as I hugged her.

I told her to assure her that I would call her every morning and night. She smiled at me, even though I could see some of the worries and sorrow in her eyes.

I can smell her faint favorite perfume lavender smell she's always wearing, despite the sweat I can smell on her as well.

It's an awful scent, but it doesn't bother me since I'm used to the smell.

My mom and I grabbed my suitcases off the kitchen floor before going out of the doors.

As I put the suitcase into the backseat before getting into the car, I looked at the house nostalgic for the longest time.

The house is the closest feeling I have of home with my mom.

I can hear the engines turned on as the car moves slowly out of the driveway.

As she started driving into the street where I looked out of my window as I saw children playing soccer with their friends. A woman and the man next to her, who I'm assuming is her husband walking down the street while the woman is pushing the child in her stroller.

I looked away and turned on the radio, so I could listen to the music.

Leaving home