Great Vampire Names Novels & Stories

One just as strong as me. Another thing I noticed, was how we looked so much alike. "Who are you?" I asked, several other patients and staff were staring at this vampire in horror. "King of the alphas, glad to finally meet you," he said giving me a smile. "You can call me, king of vampires, most call me Dracula. However, I prefer to be called Duke. That is the name our parents gave me after all." "Our?!" "We're twins, did they not tell you? Of course not, how could they? They were dead after you were born in anyway."

“And just as you have cast off your former name, what shall I be called now that Carter has risen again from the ashes?” Asteria smiled at the sound of his old name. “From now on, darling, you shall be called Perses, God of Destruction. Together, we shall stake our claim and shift the Ternion in the favor of those we lead. May the Vampires reign now and for a thousand years!” The night air filled with the sound of her maniacal laughter, and in all four corners of the earth, the Vampires and other creatures of the night awoke, whispers of, “The time is now,” seeping from their crimson lips.

He knew the latter was still debating whether he should discount the possibility of another family or accept the consequences of what Jacob’s statement entailed. "According to the archives of the vampire which I possess, Dedari bears a striking resemblance to the feared one of your kind, the greatest healer of all time, known as Kendalf. He is widely known among the supernaturals as the Dark One. As of the time of the memory, he is still mateless and is one of the oldest of your kind, with a strong allegiance to the Prince who I believe should be related to Zande. Don’t you all have any memories of your younger days, any names at all?" Jacob concluded, before throwing out the question to the

It was Hanson that broke the silence. "Cyrus hasn't given us too many details," he said with a sympathetic smile. "It's a long shot, but what is the name of the vampire who gave you this information, maybe we have a record of him. We try and document every vampire who comes in contact with wolves, maybe it will help." "Andre Cote," I said doubting the name would help. Hanson gasped putting his hands to his mouth. I was wrong apparently. "Are you sure?" he asked in a quiet voice. I nodded not liking that he instantly recognised the name, it didn't bode well for me. "Cote is the surname of the vampire royal family," he continued.

Delta team had done a lot more recon than that, but this vampire didn’t need to know that. “How old are you?” “Uh, twenty-six?” Xavier said. “No, how long have you been a vampire, son?” “About seven years.” John eyed Xavier, then shifted his attention to Alaric. “What are your names?” he said. “I am Alaric Valko, Alpha of New Dawn. This is my mate and Luna, Thea Lyall. This is Gaia, the eldest high priestess on the west coast, and this is Xavier.”

Welcome to St. Vlad's. No, not St. Vladimir, patron saint of Russia. St. Vlad, as in Vlad Tepes, aka Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula. I think it unfair that the school is named after a vampire. Sure, vampires attend here, but so do Lycanthrope. There are the Moroi, vampires, and the Dhampir, half-vampire half-human hybrid. There are, also, the Lycanthrope, half-human half-wolf hybrid.

He was the second in command to the Vampire King of the east coast of Romania. Oculus was known to be the second most vicious vampire in the world, the first being the king. Damien...his name sent shivers down her spine. She has never seen him before but the horrific tales about him was enough to make her tremble in fear. People were always terrified to say his name in public, they were terrified to even whisper his name. Because as they say, he was always lurking around. And they feared he would pop out at the mention of his name.

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.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

"How many servants? How many originals?" "I don't know. The one who caught me—he was old. Ancient. He talked like the originals were gods, like serving them was the highest honor." She looked at me. "He said there were five of them. Five originals, asleep for ten thousand years. And when they woke, nothing would stop them." Ten thousand years. The number echoed in my mind, impossible and terrifying. Caspian's face had gone very still. "Do you know their names?" "One. The one they worshipped most. They called him—" She paused, concentrating. "Vladimir. The first vampire. The father of them all."