Good Name For A Vampire 소설 & 이야기

She found out she could not even look at his face without flinching. "I am known as Rage, lord of the underground creep and these. . ." He pointed to the men who had given him their rapt attention. ". . . are my men. Some like to call us blood-thirsty demons, but we are known as vampires." He smiled, but it could not be called that, it was more like the baring of teeth that were sharp and long. Germaine began to shake, she could not help it. This man was a horrifying legend, and she was before him.

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

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.

In every story I have read or been told of, if the antagonist doesn't kill off every single person in the family and leaves loose ends, then that very loose end becomes the reason that the antagonist dies in the end of the story. "Well, if it is the strange Mr. Postman," a voice said. I had heard that voice before but couldn’t pinpoint where exactly. I tilted my head up and saw the bartender. What was her name again? Beth, Barbra or something like that. Unfortunately as a Vampire you still retain the same brain capacity. And I was always a sucker for remembering people’s names. The bartender was rather shorter than I imagined, standing in front of me right now. Well, I guess for a human fema

I said, which led to her smile. “You're not giving out a fake name, don't you know how dangerous that is?” “I do. Except I'm not scared.” “Ooh, you have a protector.” She said without hesitation. I paused for a few moments, and then I said, “I'm sorry, I'm just curious. I want to know who turned you. You seem like a good natured person so I would like to know you.” “A person turned to a vampire can no longer be referred to as a good-natured person due to obvious reasons. The name vampire itself means blood-thirsty. What's the good nature you're thinking of again?”

Since, they had no other way. After the higher lord of the coven passed away, he handed over his business to Hector. And soon the mortals started to invade that place too. So with leftover money from the business, Hector and Victoria went far away (to the north of Hallsenberg) and built themselves another palace. They named it, The Vampire Academy. The name was decided by Hector himself. He said that immortals are always treated as cruel monsters. But that wasn't going to back him out. He decided to use their identity and tag it along so no other Vampires would fear to join the society.

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 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

"What is the meaning, if I might ask?" "Dracula's, that's what we were called; now humans have created a new term for us, vampires. Vlad Drakul, Prince Dracula, but now, Prince of Vampires" "What a suiting name," I whispered, unconsiously backing away, making sure to stay away from the dead girl. "It's a beautiful thing to be the nightmare, feared by all." he said coming closer till I was trapped. "Where have you been all these years?"

Monster, beast, demon, and many others. Humans get really creative with names when they get scared. Besides that, they give dumb names to their kids. Wolf? Silly name if you ask me. Why would you want to name your child after a smelly and ugly creature? No matter how hard I try I could never really understand it. Just like I could never understand why my kind and werewolves called for a truce. Those beasts are all strength and no brain. They should be ruled by a more superior being, Vampires. If vampires were supreme, werewolves would never go around wishing people dead, just like Theo did.