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Alaric * "Seriously?" She pouted. "Is Alaric your real name? I’ve learned that vampires are given a new name at the time of their birth, similar to werewolves. We have a human name, and our wolf has another name." "Well, that’s right. I was given ‘Louis’ as my vampire name and as my new identity. But I always introduced myself as Alaric, so later on everyone started calling me Alaric instead of Louis."

she said “you are not crazy little tank, there is no doubt that the vampires you have met are and were evil but the reason i seem to be making you question everything is because you have lumped us all into the same category which i find surprising. I mean, how exactly is it you think we get half breeds like yourself? If we raped and pilaged all the time we would have been extinct by now, in this day and age where even fankensteins monster can find someone to love in the movies why cant we? It was you who made us realize even vampires are romantic now after all” he said

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

Anita sat on her bed reading one of the books Constantine gave her. Dracula documentaries "....The meaning of his name Dracula is 'Son of the dragon'. He being not just evil but also transforms people into evil. He is condemned to live on human blood for all eternity. Even if it's just a Story there are things we have to understand, that evil will always hunt good.... Hmm interesting."

“You mean he assumed someone else’s name? Or he made it up as he went along?” “I mean, it would have meaning to him. If he reinvented himself, or he was reborn as something new.” “Reborn? Reborn as what?” “Vampires call the process of creating a new vampire rebirth. Helbourne, sounds a lot like born in Hel. If he were Scandinavian, their mythology has a Hel. A person and a place, in fact. So it could be born of Hel too. Then there’s the Helbournes of England. Either way, we could look for a vampire who’s fallen into a long sleep. The really old ones do this for long stretches at a time. This spot would keep the wolves from finding him and force the wolves to protect him and his territory.”

I finally found the courage to ask. “He's somewhat similar to us.” She looked at me with the corner of her eyes. “He's a vamp.” Must be nice to have a nickname for your own clan. They call themselves vamp and it's so unattractive. Vampire sounds okay and Werewolf sounds good too. Not vamp or Welf: that's the worst. “Vampire, Natalie.” She rolled her eyes. “Well… how's he going to find him?” I went back to the topic at hand: finding my Zac.

“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,”

However, the emergence of rogue werewolves and vampires, driven by a desire for notoriety, has put their own kind, as well as other races, in peril. "Can I count on your assistance, Vlad?" Killan sought her out with a hint of curiosity. The vampire arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the sound of their summons. The vampire rolled his eyes. Ah, yes. The creatures of the night are known as vampires. A mysterious being of the darkness.

The western pack was known as The Vulcan Pack, and the eastern pack, was known as The Gravehill pack. But, since each place is not only dwell by wolves, they decided to make the names united. Each place, like the north, has northern pack for wolf, northern city for humankind, northern hills for witches, and northern villages for vampires, and so on. Each kind has its own name. Here mid-western due north, trailed by a river that separates the north from the west. It has a beautiful field, only exclusive for next in line heirs, either wolves, or vampires, or witches. They are all welcome here.

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.