Great Vampire Names Novels & Stories

“Cheh! Only now do you want to know about me?” Hades’s glare deepened with a trembled fist. I ought to kill you if not because of the restraints put on me. “My name is Sir Bennett Lionel Illumi, the leader of the great soldier. Nice to meet you.” A uselessly long name. “Likewise. My name is Hades; The Lord of the Underworld, The Father of the Night, and The Father of Darkness.” “Oh Father of the Night, I beseech you to have a duel with me, the lowly great soldier.”

I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city. The vampires talked among one another as they ate, each one looking astoundingly perfect in every way. Humans often envied vampires for their looks, as did I when I was younger. I stood silently next to Master, as did some of the other slaves and pets. A few vampires kept their pets on their lap, such as the vampire sitting next to Master. Xander is what I came to find out his name was. He seemed to be a good friend of Masters since he's the only one I've seen Master talk to this entire time.

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?”

He preferred to be killed by them than to die under the torturous heat of the sun. "We've got a name Damien. The bastard's name Gaius and him and his buddies back at home are called vampires. Can you believe that?" Draco informed Damien and Kira with a proud look on his face.

he gasped as the plague-disfigured creature leaned over him to stare at him through cataract-clouded eyes. "Rookie mistake," the necromancer said in a hissing whisper. "That is not my name, nor is it one of the names I have ever used" "That!" Viktor exclaimed. “Young Viktor, I am not Dr. Shandri Drake Tepes” before he continued speaking, the necromancer whose name Viktor mistook his name released a slight recite “Do you see me with the face of falling in love with a bloodsucker to be his wife. Hahahaha? "

No vampire here other than my parents know of your powers. Alright. Vastria took a deep breath trying to calm herself and empty her mind of the thoughts of killing this vampire. She knew it would not be wise to lose control. No one else at the part are aware that she is more than the daughter of a demon. No one else knows that she inherited the grand witch title and power. It is best to keep that secret in the meantime. The vampire huffed as she spoke. “My name is Fretilla Lecarde. You already met my mother, Lady Emilia Lecarde.”

the vampire smiled. "You have a gullible tongue, vamp! I'm not kidding, what is your name?" Sira sternly asked. "My name is Drake. I'm almost seventeen. My father was a vampire from Prince Damien clan and my mother, she was a simple human!" "Drake? I remember you! You've met the boy when you were just ten," Sira recalled. Drake narrowed his eyes thinking to who the boy Sira was referring to. Ira was also just attentively listening to them.

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

world peace among the different supernatural races since our family reigns three of the most dominant ones-- the Werewolves, the Northern Witches, and the Vampires. I, Blair Claudette Kendall Cavanaugh-Sperova… oh, I know it's such a very long name, and I wouldn't give a fudge to write it all on a piece of paper. Then add up Winsley on my legal married name, and damn, this is already intense madness. However, I love it more than anything. But not as much as I love my Pryce.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.