Japanese Vampire Name Novels & Stories

Without giving him a chance to argue I yanked his shirt and tossed him down the path. I knew he wouldn't be hurt from the throw but he would be pissed. Turning back to the dwellers I prepared to give them a taste of who I was. It was after all my mother that cursed them. "Well, it's just you ugly bastards and me. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Analise. Daughter of Celeste" I honestly didn't think they understood English but at my mother's name loud hisses sounded around. My vampire instincts had me hissing back with my erupting fangs.

’ I thought angrily, the anger making it almost difficult to breathe. It didn't take long to remember that, though I was still the same Ava, the Vampire Queen on the inside, I was Ava, the wolfless omega and blood slave, on the outside. As disgusting as it made me feel, I was somewhat relieved that, at least, my face wasn't recognizable; it would be worse if he knew I was his ex. Not surprising, the slave traders, on the other hand, were overjoyed beyond bounds, nodding their heads like mentally deranged patients.

They were then taking them down more devious paths, as some villains emerged, as Miraculous Woman's enemies and as some of Poison Ivy 's dark enemies emerged, here he was creating some of his own enemies. The only behavior, nothing out of the ordinary, only, they didn't know about some of his friendships, his name was Aka Akimitsu Fukuoka, a vampire and immortal, being one of the oldest men he knew in his life, when they were heading to a private island in Japan.

"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."

The smell of rotting flesh had filled the air and we both released a low howl and then sprinted towards the window where the stench was strongest. Suddenly, a half shifted decaying looking vampire slogged our window sill, trying to snap at us. I used my mist to lift him up and held him up in the air. The vampire was half dead, and whatever poison they gave it, was making it wild. Before it could climb up with only one leg, the vampire slumped on the edge of the window with only a name whispered out. “Bringer of death" in Japanese. Carl and I both stared at each other with popped eyes, and then at the vampire with mouth slightly opened.

Once confirmed, her blue eyes quickly flashed with utter joy, but she seemed to be able to hold back, regaining her composure and reply: – I was just overjoyed, careless, and missed my words. Hopefully, I will receive your forgiveness. So, now we've reached an agreement. How should I address you? With that, she looked up at Selina, her eyes filled with anticipation, glittering more than the most beautiful diamond Selina had ever seen. The vampire frowned slightly, looked directly into those eyes, and replied: - Selina Clayden. That's my name. Oralie blinked slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. She smiled happily as if bringing the sun into the bottom of her eyes,

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

As we drove, I let my mind wander to all of the questions I’ve been asking myself for the past two years. We pulled up at the big house in the center of the town; it was nighttime, so it was safe for my cousin. We were met by the Alpha, his father, and three others. I stepped out of the car, as well as Rick, we walked up to them, I bowed lightly; I figured that Alpha’s were the royalty of the werewolves for the packs, so why not? The Alpha stepped forward, “Prince Nicholas Serkan of the vampires, I am Jackson Alcmene, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack.” I shook his hand, “This is my father, and my brothers, Jeffery, Wesley, and Thomas ” he motioned to his entourage, naming each of them, I nodded

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-