Novel & Cerita Funny Vampire Name

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

“Get to the fuckin point sinner!” He yawned and position himself honorably, “That young cursed baby happens to be our dear guardian vampire’s mate”

*Centuries ago, a time where Vampires, sphinx and werewolves lived together in peace, love and harmony, until evil covered the cloud of Transylvania* My name is Luther, I'm a vampire from the old world, I am over 400 years old, I lived in Transylvania, my father was the over Lord (Dracula) my mom was a werewolf (Tania) from Romania (another city where werewolves and other creatures live) but died 200 years after my younger sisters' birth, her name is Annabelle, she is 300 years old, I was to be dad's successor but everything changed when my father was killed, it was the day of my inauguration, we were ambushed by our own people, sects of disloyal elves and Sphinx, and it all turned out to b

I looked around to see the other boys lying similarly on the ground. “Ha….Ha….ha…ha….ho…ho….ho…..” A burst of evil laughter resounded in the forest. I wondered who was laughing? Who could be so brutal and heartless to laugh at the death of so many people? He was a psychopath for sure. I hadn’t even seen the cruelest Vampires behave in this manner. Their eyes would flash with regret each time they killed someone. “ Boring! Very boring. You guys do the same thing every time. How I wish vampires were around. Dealing with human beings is yawnsome but I will try to spice it up. What can I make you do? Ummmm…..”

Asked Eliz wondering. "Eliz can you stop asking let's just have fun okay!" Ranz said. "Okay, okay," Vlahdy looks around and saw those vampires whose appearance is just like a normal human being smiling that makes her heart flutter. His tears began to fall because of happiness. He couldn't believe that they can accept him again. Suddenly Waylan appears from the back holding a big cake with a candle on it. He looks at Waylan smiling at him that makes him smile too. "Vlahdy be happy, it's your day," Waylan said when she got right in front of Vlahdy.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I said as I placed a cup to his side of the table. "Thank you. Did you find her?" He asked me and I looked at him. "It's none of your business... mmm... errm...," I tired remembering his name but it wasn't coming. "Mason. Mason Jason Silvano," he supplied and I smiled sarcastically. Did he think that I was really interested in his name? And talking of smells, he had a nice smell. From all the stories we are usually told about vampires while growing up and while in school learning about the shadow world, I expected all vampires to smell like human blood.

He dragged himself forward a step. Wet, scraping flesh. Stone grinding. My muscles tensed. “Stay there.” He laughed, a horrible, gurgling sound. “Or you will what?” His grin widened. “Kill me? Oh child… I have died many times. It never lasts.” My heartbeat thudded. Even as a vampyre, my chest tightened. He took another dragging step. Blood smeared behind him. His voice dropped lower. “Do you know my name?” I swallowed hard. “Andrei Bathory.”

The anger that once lingered in his eyes was replaced with sadness. “He was my first friend in this lifetime,” he said slowly. “I told myself I wasn’t going to have any more human friends after the last few died. But this guy always had a way of making others laugh, including me. He convinced me to go bar hopping with him and I had to pretend to be drunk…” “Vampires can’t get drunk?” I asked, raising my brows. He shook his head. “Not like humans can,” he answered. “Noah was easy to get along with and women loved him.