Funny Vampire Name Novels & Stories

Frankie's friend speaks up "well, I'm half blood, I'm sure I can handle some vamps and werewolves" "Oh I get it" Davis says "you all think this is some kind of game right?, we are just playing, sure...tag along, to a place that's full of blood thirsty vampires and meat loving werewolves I'm sure fighting them is easy peasy" "You're just being sarcastic huh" Frankie friend said blunt "Look, what's your name again?" I said referring to her "It's Jenny, and we are just trying to help okay?, sure I've bullied Thousands of times, but come she helped me and I want to pay her back for what she did"

"Let us celebrate, everyone here should enjoy the fun, no one amongst us should be left aside, there are enough drinks, drugs, and the best part of it is that there are enough bitches," zoella said as the crowd burst into laughter. "Really? But I haven't seen any bad bitch yet, all I can see here, are flat asses and tight pussies." One of the vampires said, his name is, he is a very dangerous, fearless and wicked sadist, he can kill anybody at any time,

I finally found the courage to ask. “He's somewhat similar to us.” She looked at me with the corner of her eyes. “He's a vamp.” Must be nice to have a nickname for your own clan. They call themselves vamp and it's so unattractive. Vampire sounds okay and Werewolf sounds good too. Not vamp or Welf: that's the worst. “Vampire, Natalie.” She rolled her eyes. “Well… how's he going to find him?” I went back to the topic at hand: finding my Zac.

he joked, chuckling when Fred shot a look at him for saying their names in the presence of others. “It will be okay if you name them according to the witches, whose names sound similar to humans, or even the werewolves whose names sound more Irish. We don't mind. As long as you don't name them like Lycans. Or even vampires,” he added the last one, with a look at the baby Blue was carrying.

Maybe it was that smirk, or the fact that this conversation hadn’t been as painfully bland as the ones I had had with others of his kind. " What is your name?" His smile grew even larger. My creep radar was going off. " My name is Haydon Veneziano," he spoke confidently, and his smirk twisted into an evil smile and his eyes grew dark. It was as though the person standing in front of me had totally devoured the cool, calm teenage vampire I had been talking to just a moment ago. I froze as I remembered his name- Haydon Veneziano. It was a name no hunter could ever possibly forget as it belonged to one of the most feared vampires to have existed. He was the son of a very rich, very powerful vam

He spoke quickly, his face now showing worry. All three of us just sat in silence for a moment. The first thing I remembered when I heard the name 'Layla' was how she was the one who sucked her pet dry because she was bored of it. I quickly jumped out of my thoughts once Nico started laughing. It was a quiet laugh as not to draw too much attention to this conversation, but at this point, vampires were beginning to leave the dining hall so he didn't have to hold back that much. I had never heard him actually laugh before so this was new to me.

right? I have renamed my sector Land of the Happy Feelings. I chose that name to remind me of something I never wanted to forget. My Vampire family doesn't know a thing about the music of Frankie Beverly and Maze, but they have certainly heard me play "Happy Feelings" over and over until I convince myself that I am still me. That is something I never wish to forget.

- Give me a glass of blood, I'm hungry. Soon, a large glass of blood was placed in front of Harvey. He quickly picked it up and drank it all in one long gulp. A few minutes later, his mind was completely awake, his limbs stopped feeling restless and uncomfortable. Because he followed her, he was late for dinner. Fortunately, he didn't faint on the street. When the clock struck eight o'clock in the evening, both of them moved to the haunted forest. Every time Harvey thinks about the name that humans gave that place, he feels funny because there are no ghosts haunting that forest, only two vampires, Maris and Samson.

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

Serenity asked him in a curious tone since she had never encountered a vampire who cross-dressed before. “Well, around the humans, I’m just called Vladimirian but since I’m here, you can call me Vlad or Vladimir.” Vladimir was being respectful while genuinely smiling at the pack’s luna, Serenity. “I see, so that’s your human name…” Serenity smiled comfortably around his presence. “...I will call you Vlad because either way, it was too long to call out for your name.” she continued as she chuckled which made Vladimir feel so grateful. “Thought so.” Vladimir chuckled along with the pack’s Luna.