Asia_Miller

—-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 traversed the dimly lit corridors, the weight of the Crown settled upon my shoulders, its feathers whispering softly against my skin. An unsettling urge to swat them away flickered within me, yet I held my composure, resisting the impulse.

Students brushed past, and suddenly, a faint, acrid aroma pricked at my senses. I pressed onward, drawn to the expansive windows revealing towering shelves brimming with tomes. This was a library, modern yet timeless, unchanged since my first arrival. Compelled by the bitter scent, I pushed through the imposing brown doors.

The shelves came into sharper focus, each genre labeled above—romance, history, fantasy, action, adventure—beckoning with their secrets.

I followed the scent to the far end of the room, where an ancient door, its surface weathered and peeling, awaited. In the stillness, Crown's voice broke through, "Hey, where are you going? You've been quiet for too long."

"Can you not detect the bitter scent behind that door?" I inquired, my brow furrowed. Crown nodded, a hint of indifference in his tone. "Yeah, I can smell it. But why does it matter?"

Undeterred, I rapped on the door several times, but silence answered me. It was locked, a small black latch securing it firmly. The chill of the metal sent a shiver through me, igniting my supernatural strength. With a fierce grip, I crushed the lock, the sound echoing in the stillness.

As the door creaked open, darkness loomed before me, an abyss devoid of form or figure. A thrill mingled with trepidation coursed through my veins, the allure of the unknown beckoning.

"We're going in," I declared, stepping into the void with Crown at my side, the door groaning shut behind us, sealing our fate in the silence.

As we pivoted, the door sealed shut behind us, plunging us into an abyss of darkness. Crown's voice pierced the silence, laced with urgency, "Damn it! The door is locked. Dawn, what are we to do now?"

A reluctant truth settled in my mind; we were ensnared in a perilous situation, and escape was imperative. The air around us felt thick, as if it were siphoning the very breath from my lungs.

The confines of the room were stifling, a claustrophobic prison devoid of oxygen. Time was slipping away, and if we did not devise a means of escape soon, we would succumb to the encroaching darkness.

I advanced cautiously, arms extended, until my fingertips brushed against a surface that was both jagged and frigid. I continued to navigate the shadows, my feet encountering a cold, unyielding metal beneath me.

It was an unsettling sensation, as if I could slip through the narrow gaps between a multitude of slender bars. I halted abruptly when my hand encountered an object, and with a flick of my wrist, I sent it soaring upward.

Crown gasped in astonishment as a blinding light erupted, illuminating the previously impenetrable gloom.

The dark room