Best Female Vampire Names Novels & Stories

William says, and I grin. Alpha Dan takes us to the clinic. It is one of the few buildings that are still intact. "We used one of the rooms to put the bodies in until we can burn them," Alpha Dan says. Before I can say anything, a female child approaches me, "You are her, aren't you?" I narrow my eyes, "Her who?" "Elena," the female says, "the best vampire huntress in Romania." "Actually," Mark says, "she is the best in the whole Europe."

What's your name ? --Cassandra. (I answered shyly) -- You have a beautiful name. (Said Inès) -- Thank you for the compliment but where am I? (I asked) -- It's normal for you to ask questions. So, I'm going to answer you honestly without being hypocritical. My brother and I are werewolves. (Said Inès)

Dimitri gave them a smile before turning back to… "I'm sorry, but what is your name? I apologize for not making it out to your area sooner and introducing myself." The vampire shrugged again. "You've been busy with people dying. I understand." She glanced over at the other two women entering the clearing, not bothering to smile. Turning back to Dimitri, she said. "You are not the only one who has never come out to the fringe to introduce themselves, but then again, we have not ventured in to do it, either." She tilted her head, studying Dimitri, the flames flickering in her gold eyes. "Perhaps, you and I shall change that, no?" She stood straighter, her visage softening a little, the flames

The warmth of his blood spills from the wound, but before darkness can claim him, a cold rush fills his veins, a sensation both alien and intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see her—the creature that has sealed his fate. Her beauty is otherworldly, her eyes a deep, fathomless black, reflecting the night sky. Her hair, dark as a raven’s wing, cataracts down her back, and her lips, stained with his blood, curl into a smile. She is Matilda, daughter of William the Conqueror—the first of their kind, an Original Vampire, the progenitor of a race that will haunt the world for centuries to come.

Her white hair styled in a half up, half down sort of way. The gown screaming that of a Greek Goddess. My eyes soon widening at who was standing before me as I move to kneel and bow my head out of respect for the woman. “Mother” A smile now gracing her lips as she moves to speak again. Her voice warm yet gentle as she moves to approach me slowly. Her hand soon moving to touch that of my head. “Please sweet Tori. Call me Selene. For not only am I mother to my wolves and my Lycan but also to Vampires and Elves and other magical beings as well.”

She waves her hand over my face and I slip into a numb state of sleep. You see, females vampires are stronger than male vampires. It is believed that the first vampire was a woman. Many different theories exist but most say that she made a deal with the devil. To make her deadlier than man, to protect her children. That is why only women can rule and be Queen. The one who bares or birthed of the mark. I am strongest of them all. No one can kill me.

Her heart still yearned for the vampire and it imposed an obvious barrier to her getting home. No! She internally screamed. She did not want to desire the vampire in that way. She should have killed it before it could have killed her. “I need to get out of here.” she murmured. The breeze was drifting faster now and she could feel her body become cold. Her arms hovered over each other for warmth as she continued to walk, for sure that a path would show sooner or later. Be careful Nadia..her inner canine cowered deeper, sensing something sinister. With the scarcity of vampires in the area to tear werewolves a part, there was also a subspecies of wolves called rogues.

She exclaimed. “That’s the woman.” The Vampire girl grunted, “The girl you called Zita is my sister.” “Your sister? That means that Muna is your mother as well?” Abigail’s eyes widen. She could not believe what she was hearing. Aside from the fact that Zita and Muna betrayed Abigail’s family, the more shocking news was that they were not human all along. “Yes. Zita’s true name is Elizabeth, and her blood runs in your vein.” The Vampire girl nodded with unmasked annoyance as if she was not talking about her close relatives.

I smirked at his translation of the word, brother in Greek. "How have you been, Andro?" Andro is one of the five male vampires left and he's one of the three that I know. We don't have a clue if there's any female vampire left but there was a rumor that one was in this particular town that I am and this was one of the reasons why I relocated here. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten a hold of one ever since I moved here. "I've been good, his about you? Still going after those κορίτσια και η γλυκύτητά τους?" I laughed out.

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.