Name For Female Vampire Novels & Stories

I struggled hard to sit up, and when I finally did, the lady spoke up. “Sorry for my manners earlier on. My name is Sue Darkmoore, a descendant of Enzo Darkmoore.” My eyes widened as I heard the name of the vampire king who reigned terror on the werewolves when he ruled Moon fire. I ignored her, looking around to find a box.

She turned and smirked in Lady Fretilla’s direction. “My name is Sophie Ernchester.” The vampire in the green dress stepped forward as lady Melisenda stepped back. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for inviting us here. This banquet is wonderful.” She smiled politely. The last vampire stepped forward fixing her glasses. “My name is Almalda Redfern. Nice to meet you.” Vastria smiled greeting the three vampires ignoring lady Fretilla’s scowling face. “You are the other noble vampires daughters correct? I have herd a bit about the families from Remus.”

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.

Her white hair styled in a half up, half down sort of way. The gown screaming that of a Greek Goddess. My eyes soon widening at who was standing before me as I move to kneel and bow my head out of respect for the woman. “Mother” A smile now gracing her lips as she moves to speak again. Her voice warm yet gentle as she moves to approach me slowly. Her hand soon moving to touch that of my head. “Please sweet Tori. Call me Selene. For not only am I mother to my wolves and my Lycan but also to Vampires and Elves and other magical beings as well.”

“That saves me the trouble.” He turned and issued an order. “Strip her of all Coven protection.” “Erase her name from the Blood Registry.” “Cast her out. From this moment on, she is a Rogue Vampire.” “Dominic Costa, you bastard!” Ava Morgan screamed. For the sake of securing the Blood Queen position of the Bat Coven, she had persuaded Dominic to turn her into a vampire just the day before— so her status would be legitimate. Yet within a single night, she had become a discarded outcast.

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

I just wanted to meet you. -- Ok, I understood. (I answered) We started talking calmly like two adults and at the end, he made me understand that he was also a werewolf and that his name was PHILIPPE. And instead of hating him like I hated ANTOINE, something was burning inside me. I felt the urge to be closer to him and hug him. I didn't know what was happening but I knew that I had to get away from him as soon as possible or else I would risk making a mistake that I might regret. And he kept smiling at me all the time. A smile that made me dream. I was annoyed and shaking. His bewitching scent obsessed me. He approached me while looking me straight in the eyes. He was about to touch me when

"But that's not entirely correct—I was merely summoned from hell to possess a human body." The woman smiles, holding out her hand. "My name is Jenna. I'm the queen of the vampires." I lift an eyebrow, considering my options, before deciding to shake the woman's hand. "Lucifer." Her mouth falls agape, and I can witness a hundred thoughts run through her skull. "Wait, are you Lucifer, the fallen angel? Or is the name a coincidence?" A smile curls my lips, and I wink at her mischievously. "You tell me."

"Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of." Alessia finally grins, careful not to show her fangs. She doesn't know how much pathetic, ugly, mortal Hailey has been told—and she will not risk offending her beloved over something so trivial. People like Hailey deserve to be in the dark until they die. People who believe her beloved Federico is the fourth generation of the original Don Federico Vitale instead of the original don himself should hear no secrets of the supernatural. Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to

“What is her name?” He shook his head. “She has no name. We only call her The Queen.” “What was her name?” Jo pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. He closed his eyes, his mouth moving as whispers of Russian that sounded like a prayer came out. She almost laughed aloud. What god would save a Vampire? Especially an unsouled one. “She has had many names.” His eyes were still closed as he answered. “Give. Me. One.” His lips were trembling as he whispered, “Asteria.”