Name For Female Vampire Novels & Stories

Cassie concluded and raised a brow in surprise. "Are you sure no one saw you kidnap her?" I asked, walking closer to the witch and Cassie nodded. When I got close to the witch, I asked, "What's her name?" "Kara Lewis. A nice name for a beautiful witch. Did you notice witches tend to have beautiful names?" Cassie asked and I chuckled. "And the names of vampires always sound so cliché." I added and heard her chuckle lightly. I squatted before Kara and held up her bloody face with my hand. I forced her eyelids open with my second hand.

HAYDEN “Lady Kathalina Orlok was the king and queen’s trusted noble vampire who has been handling resources and keeping the peace between vampires and werewolves. She’s clever, but being betrayed out of greed and jealousy, Lady Kathalina decided to take what’s offered…” Despite the turmoil burning inside Simon, he continued sharing what he could for us to have an idea of what happened to where Roxanne came from.

She was naive and looked innocent, but the world coated her with the ancient human saying, 'Don't judge a book by its cover! For she was the best example of that phrase. Behind those sweet smiles and a gentle-looking face, that soft voice and humble behavior lay a venomous woman with a dark secret. Her name was Nomiko, the only vampire princess and heir to the throne of the vampire king, King Hachiro.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" "Someone who has been watching you for a very long time." The woman moved closer, and the air around her seemed to freeze. Frost crept across the ground at her feet. The purple-gray mist parted before her like a curtain. "My name is Morgana. I knew your grandmother. I knew Seraphine. I knew everyone who ever mattered in this war. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen heroes born and buried. And I have seen you, Lena, from the moment you drew your first breath." Lena's blood ran cold. The name echoed in her memory, in the old stories, in the whispered warnings of the elders. "You are one of them. The ancient ones. The first vampires. The ones w

The warmth of his blood spills from the wound, but before darkness can claim him, a cold rush fills his veins, a sensation both alien and intoxicating. He opens his eyes to see her—the creature that has sealed his fate. Her beauty is otherworldly, her eyes a deep, fathomless black, reflecting the night sky. Her hair, dark as a raven’s wing, cataracts down her back, and her lips, stained with his blood, curl into a smile. She is Matilda, daughter of William the Conqueror—the first of their kind, an Original Vampire, the progenitor of a race that will haunt the world for centuries to come.

She starts to cry again. "Do you want to know what hurts about being a female vampire? I see all these beautiful and strong mortal women like Rihanna, Beyoncé, Michelle Obama, Simi, Sade, Zendaya, and many more. Do you want to know what they all have in common?" She asks. "What?" He asks.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

She had a sweet melodious voice, was she a singer? "Yes , I feel the connection but how do you feel the connection, what exactly are you?" Alaric looked around to ensure they were out of hearing ears. "I'm a vampire. You're a werewolf I assume?" 'A Vampire! A vampire!!Vampires exist?! How come she didn't know about this, does her father know? Vampires only existed in myths and were known to exist even before werewolves. Wait a minute , how old could he be? Andra kept thinking.

“What am I?” “I would have thought that was obvious,” she cocked her head to the side and exposed her razor-sharp fangs n another sinister grin, her bloody eyes glowing as they drank him in. “We are known by many names, lamia, Esperanto, undead, and so on, I myself quite like the word nosferatu,” “Vampire?” “Simply put yes,” she stood from the bed and stuck her hip out, her pale leg slipping out of the deep slit in her red dress. “Everyone in this room is a vampire,”

Protected. But the blonde and bronzed male only laughed in return, lightly shaking his head. "My, how brutal you've become, Nyktos. I cannot say that vampirism suits you," he commented, simply having another sip of his drink. "Don't you agree with this, miss...?" His blonde brow slightly rose upon finding her gaze again, making her realize that he was actually talking to her now, and that he had just subtly requested for her name. "Diana. My name is Diana Rose and no, I do not agree," she immediately blurted out before she could even try and stop herself, mentally slapping herself for even answering to him. Damned be her meek and polite nature. This guy deserved anything but!