Great Vampire Names Novels & Stories

Adrian Sargon said "Yes my Lord" the priest replied and slightly bowed for him "So, who are they?" "They are called the vampires" "The vampires" Adrian repeated "What are they?" "They are blood sucking, undead, night creatures" the priest replied "So, you mean that they can't be killed?" "They can be, by sticking a rod into their heart" "And who is their King?" "Amara Conrad" "Meaning?" "Amara means immortal and Conrad means bold ruler" "Where can I find him?"

– Alexander said, kissing him and pulling his shirt to suck his nipples. The vampire called himself Alexander Romanov, whose nickname he adopted, in which he was a German vampire, but in reality, he was the former emperor. In which he was from the period before the Black Death period, while the werewolf called himself Romulus Ralf, he was Greek from the time of the period the Greek gods reigned.

The vampires that came in looked different, each one had their own personality, some looked happy to be here, others were very calm, I had to ask them all the same questions and listen to their answer as I checked their background check. "So tell me what's your name?" I asked each one that came in, it's the first question on my list and I was here listening to their different answers as they blended. "Darjin Veleburs," "Alex," "Katalina," " Calesti Lakair," "How old are you?" I asked next, we don't want very old vampire, or maybe we don't want extremly young ones, I wasn't sure what we're looking for, I'll have to check with Logan, I thought to myself as they all answered me.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

"Like which ones?" "It's called Unticinak," She answered. "Which means 'possessed by the power of the full moon,' " She added. "The beings of darkness decided to give them that name when they decided to give their souls for the protection of others." "Did they sell their souls to protect others?" he asked, and Za nodded as both of them now bent down a little by a small bush vine to get to the forest that he remembered well gave them the way to the mansion. "Were they normal humans before making that decision?"

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

“Don’t fret. I’m very old, your magic doesn’t work on me.” Squinting against the sun, I look up at the vampire. All I can make out is his dark suit and long, raven black hair. “Sit down. You’re not exactly inconspicuous you know.” The vampire’s clothes rustle and when I blink, he’s sitting next to me on the bench. “My name is Zael. I’m the vampire king.” “Kane,” I say. “One of the werewolf kings.” “Hm,” the vampire smiles, which is an altogether unpleasant image, since his alabaster skin barely crinkles. “As I understand it, you are the king of the kings.”

"Put her down." "I agree," K.D. Lange said. "I concur," Greek Goddess said. I gasped. "Wait. You say that I don't have any vampire instinct." The Asian woman laughed. "If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human."

"He bites." "Well then, he may have the face of an angel, but he has the temperament of his father." Zenya placed her child into the vampire's arms. "His name is Jaime Ivan, but he's better known as Ivan the Terrible." Now it was Dmitri's turn to smile. "A proper name and one of legend." He turned to Nicolas as he brought the child to his shoulder. "Have you heard from his namesake?" Nicolas hooked his arm around his mate's neck and brought her in close. "No. We were hoping you had news. Columbus told me his father spent time with your clan."

Intimidating and awe-inspiring. "My name is Nya Crimson; I have the lives of two people wrongfully murdered in me, and I will have vengeance." * * * Using her body's memories, she reviews what was known about the vampires of this place. They were a race of long-lived superhumans, one of several that were classified as 'omen'. Omen were genetically-enhanced creatures generally regarded as monsters.