Funny Vampire Name Novels & Stories

Lance replied, eating another sandwich. “It makes me wonder how many vampires I interact with and don’t even know it,” I said as I spread pâté on two crackers, then handed one to Lance. I bit into the other and the taste was phenomenal. “Probably more than you realize,” Lance commented, then added, “or other supernatural beings.” “Such as?” “Werewolves, dhampirs, witches, shifters …” Lance’s voice trailed off. I shook my head, realizing that this wasn’t the world that I thought it was. “Lance, what do you want to name the baby?”

I look at him, confused "My vampire and me, we!" "So you vampires are like us? You in a way have two people living in the one person?" "Yes, and like you werewolves, we both have different traits. What's your name Doc?" "My name is Teresa. I have heard Seraphina say your name a couple of times, it's Sebastian, right?" "Yes, and my vampire is Leo..." I gasp at his vampire's name "I know! He is not happy that they share the same name, especially since he is nothing like him."

Hana and Nabi were stunned by the list he read, and before they could respond, he urged, "Don't say Vampires or werewolves or aliens Please!" That made Hana laugh, and finally, she turned into a tomato laughing. Nabi frowned but was happy to see Hana comfortable and at ease.

"How do you know my name?" He responded, "I'm a vampire," as if that clarified everything. "I'm a vampire," "The majority of people refer to me as Gwen." "Is that so? I believe that Gwene is more to my liking." Then she gave a shrug. What she was called by him didn't seem to make much of a difference. "Do you have a name?" The name "Phil Marty." "How long have you been a vampire?" "Have you been a vampire for very long?"

The black vampire introduce himself first. "..well, you know my name is sisila red, but everybody calls me sisi." The middle age vampire with blood hair said. "My names are travis kinerwood the fifteenth." The creep old vampire said and began sniffing his hands. "You already know who i am." Elena said with an attitude. "...hey look over here! Look at me with that handsome face!" The younger vampire shouted to Carlos. "What's you name?" Carlos ask her. "Woah! What a majestic face, it's so beautiful that i want to rip it off your face." The younger vampire as she admire his face.

Life doesn’t get much better than this. “Hey Max, what do you call a pig that does karate?” I giggle as I speak the first thing that comes into my mind. “I have no idea,” he laughs, his smile reaching his eyes. “Porkchop,” I spit as I struggle to contain my burst of giggles. “That’s a terrible joke. My turn,” he laughs. “How do you tell if a vampire is sick?” he asks. “If they are headless? No, wait, that makes them dead, not ill. If they aren’t eating?” I ask him.

“That’s what we would like to know. You tried to attack us. If we release the spell on you, are you going to be nice?” I stared down at them, waiting to see if they were fully through their lust. Both of them nodded as they let out a small groan. “You deserve the headache. These guys didn’t have a choice. It was either knock you out or kill you.” The vamp on the left chuckled, “I guess I should thank you for knocking us out then.” “What are your names?” “I’m Vince, and this is Dante.” I nodded, “Why haven’t you eaten? There’s plenty of blood on campus.”

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

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.

"You lied to me all these years; you made me believe The Blood Moon Pack destroyed my family and my pack, but you lied, the vampire did." "They died ten years ago; get over yourself, child," he hissed at me. It sounded more like a sound a snake would make. "Go to hell!" I screamed back at him. "I have already been there" he says. Number One chuckled. "I go by many names." The Ghost began, "Some call me The Ghost; others call me the Prince of Doom, the Ruler of the Undead," he says as he lets his cloak fall to the ground. "But I am popularly known as the Vampire Prince.