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 Jonathan slipped away from the room, my mother settled herself on the edge of the bed, a silent sentinel in the fading light. The sun poured through the window, casting golden rays that danced upon the rug, illuminating the space with a warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.

She beckoned me with a gentle pat on the bed, urging me to join her. Upon taking my place beside her, her gaze wandered once more around the room, absorbing its essence. The sun's embrace wrapped around me, stirring a peculiar sensation within, as if I had been starved of its touch for an eternity.

We exchanged soft words, the kind that linger in the air like whispers of secrets. Rising, I retrieved the suitcase from the floor, placing it atop the bed with a sense of finality.

The bathroom beckoned, and there I found a large mirror reflecting my image—long pink hair cascading over pale skin, a visage of an ordinary high school girl. Yet beneath that facade lay the truth: a dhampir, a killer cloaked in normalcy.

A frown creased my brow at the realization. How had I come to know such darkness within me? The world often misjudges appearances, blinded by the surface. People shy away from the depths of the mirror, fearing the revelations that lie beneath.

It is the wolves in sheep's clothing who pose the greatest threat, for they strike when one's guard is down, hidden in plain sight.

My thoughts were interrupted by my mother's voice calling me back to reality. I turned to see her hanging up the phone, a shadow of urgency crossing her features.

"I have to leave," she said, her tone laced with regret. "Why? Where are you going?" I inquired, a knot forming in my stomach. "Sorry, baby. My boss just called. One of his workers is sick, and they need someone tonight," she explained, her eyes softening as she approached.

She paused, kissing my forehead, her gaze lingering as if weighing unspoken words. With a sigh, she placed her purse on the bed, her fingers deftly gathering her hair. The familiar silver locket, a constant presence throughout my childhood, was removed with care.

She had never parted with it, not even in the shower or during sleep. "Turn," she instructed, and as I complied, I heard the soft click of the necklace being fastened around my neck, a connection binding us in the shadows of our truths.

The warmth of the necklace still clung to me, a ghostly reminder of its past. As I released my hair, my fingers brushed against the cool, smooth surface of the pendant.

With a curious gaze, I inquired, "What compels you to bestow this necklace upon me?"

Her response was shrouded in mystery. "I sense you have reached an age of understanding. This necklace is a cherished heirloom, woven into the fabric of our family for a century and a half."

A wave of disbelief washed over me. "One hundred and fifty years? Why now? How is it that I've never heard of it before?"

Her smile held secrets untold. "I see a spark of responsibility in you. Though I cannot explain it, I feel you have transformed in ways unseen, and I trust you will guard it well."

I nodded, captivated by the necklace's allure. With a trembling hand, I opened the silver locket, and my breath caught in my throat as I beheld a stunning pure white gemstone nestled within.

Necklace with white gemstone