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

A piercing scream jolted Dawn from her nap, leaving her horrified and her head ringing. As the terrified cry faded, Dawn sat up, the blanket slipping from her shoulders and exposing her pale shoulder blade to the sunlight streaming through the window.

Dawn's pulse raced as she scanned the silent room, finding no sign of Iravan. The usual sounds of birds and energetic youth were eerily absent. Realizing something was amiss, she quickly grabbed her jacket from the table, recalling Iravan's scream during his recent transformation on the land.

Hurrying down the stairs, the sounds of heavy breathing echoed in the distance. There, Dawn found three women covered in torn clothes, their skin visible through the tattered fabric. The women were heaving heavily, their messy hair sprawling from their ponytails as they fixated on someone kneeling on the ground, their head obscured by a tangled mane.

The women had their arms outstretched, fingers reaching toward the kneeling figure. Dawn guessed they were witches. The scream rang out again, and Dawn recognized Iravan's voice. Iravan knelt on the ground, hands gripping his head. Dawn could see the sweat and strained veins across his forehead, the tension in his body, and a savage wildness in his eyes.

Books were scattered, shelves knocked against walls, lamps and chairs overturned. Dawn approached the scene with urgency, recognizing the unconscious girl behind the table as Ashley. One of the witches turned as Dawn approached, eyeing her warily. "What happened?" Dawn asked.

The witches exchanged a glance before one replied, "We don't know. Do you know this boy?" Dawn nodded, frowning. "Yes, that's my acquaintance, Iravan." The witch continued, "We were watching a movie when we heard fighting across the hall. We came to investigate and found the books, lamps, and furniture overturned, with the boy attacking the girl, Ashley, who's now unconscious."

Dawn looked worriedly at the heaving Iravan. "Let me speak to him. Whatever magic you're doing, stop." The witches hesitated. "I'm sorry, we can't. He'll attack us." Dawn knelt beside Iravan, reaching a pale hand toward his forehead, but he snarled and pulled away, groaning in agony.

"We'll send him to the cells," one witch said. "No," Dawn replied sharply. "I'll handle this." The witches looked at her skeptically, until one stepped forward. "I'm sorry, but we can't let you take him. Attacking someone on campus is against the rules, so he'll be put in the cells."

Dawn rose, her aura shifting to a threatening, ominous presence that made the room feel colder. The witches faltered, one swallowing nervously. "Okay, we'll let him go." Just as suddenly, Dawn's aura returned to normal, as if the previous tension had never been there.

Dawn turned away from them before kneeling next to Iravan, who somehow tensed even further at her proximity. She whispered as she laid a hand on his head again, "Iravan, it's me. Calm down." Iravan raised his head, his eyes seeming a little relieved but still staring cautiously at Dawn and the witches.

Dawn can see his hand gripping his hair tightly, like the strands were about to be pulled out. She tried to grab his hand, feeling the stiffness in it. Turning around, she saw Ashley twitching on the ground, her fingers moving.

Dawn turned back to Iravan and said in a low, quiet, assertive tone, "Hey. He's calming down, stop doing whatever you're doing." But before she could finish, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, and the darkness behind her eyelids began to cave in. The last thing she saw was Iravan curling on the ground, the sweat on his forehead glistening as he gripped his hair tightly, the two of them exchanging last apprehensive looks.

Three witches