Best Vampire Name Novels & Stories

Raven crossed her arms. Trevor shook his head, “No. They’re being taken by vampires, and handed over to the werewolves.” “Werewolves generally don’t play nice with vampires,” remarked Oliver. “Everyone knows this,” sighed Trevor. “Do you have any names?” redirected Raven. “No exactly, and here’s the silver lining, underground name to the head honchos of each is, Vispillo, for the vamp and Furis for the wolf. And the girls are being picked off through your father’s special room.” Trevor looked squarely at Oliver.

he called out, his tone laced with amusement. Nodding, I turned back towards him, ready to engage in a formal introduction. My curiosity was piqued as Prince Damon took a step forward, a confident smile gracing his lips. His hand extended gracefully to his sides, gesturing to himself as if presenting his regal presence. The air seemed to shift as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of authority and magnetism. "I am the vampire prince, Damon Shadowborne," he declared, his voice filled with a sense of pride that befit his royal status. The weight of his words settled in the air, emphasizing the significance of his lineage and power.

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

The carriage started to move down the road to Alistair's home. The ride to the carriage was silent as each member were occupied with their thoughts. They got to the house and entered inside, Fife immediately poured himself a drink, he poured for the others as well and they all drank. "so, what just happened? How is he a vampire?", Elena asked. "I was born a vampire", Alistair answered. "don't you need to be bitten?", Theodore asked. "not all vampires are bitten. Some are born as well, the born vampires are more powerful",

“ I do not mind being king , however I can not accept the marriage alliance you have set up for me . Princess Victoria deserves to be with someone who love and cherish her . “ I respond to my uncle who pours himself a glass of whiskey with ice. He does not offer me a drink which means he is certainly not pleased with me or the decision I want to take . “ You are going to marry Princess Victoria and you will shower her with all the love she needs ! She will bear you a lot of children who will help secure your lineage and position in the kingdom . I am not asking you but commanding you ! “ My uncle responds to me with so much rage in his tone. He clinches his fist tight after hitting the whisk

"That would be… foolish." My breath caught, making my knees nearly gave way. "Who..." My voice shook. "...who are you?" He smiled, slow and cruel, yet devastatingly beautiful. "Valerian." The name crashed into me like ice water. My stomach churned, my lips parted but no sound came out because everyone knew that name. Valerian Draegor? The Blood Prince and leader of the vampires. The eternal figure whispered to have lived for two centuries yet carrying the face of a man barely thirty.

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

A male one. A male vampire? The hairs on my back stand on edge. ‘’Wh—what was the na—name of the Male Vampire? Any idea.’’ I control my fear. It’s not who I think. Is it? ‘’Yes my lord. His name is Borham.’’ No. This can’t be happening. History can’t be repeating again! I lied to Reno back then saying Krulisa’s right hand man was Borham, never did I know that it would actually turn out to be true! Why does he work with Krulisa?

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv