Names Meaning Vampire Novels & Stories

It didn't smell good or bad to me, but Seb would scrunch his face every so often clearly not enjoying the aroma. "Who are his descendants?" Seb asked. "Do they even know about him?" Jace added. This was the first time I noticed the tension in both their bodies. It was like they were having a contest on who could stick their chest out the furthest. I'm going to guess something happened between Seb and Jace when I was in the vortex. Now is not the time for me to bring it up though. "Erebus only had one son. His son's name is Ferox. The vampires know him as king Ferox the current ruler of vampires"

He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got was the answer of a drunken night. In the end, Dante accepted the boy. Maybe because he saw himself in the boy who was also left by his mother. He named the boy Dae, which is the only thing he got when he asked. Dae is taken good care of, of course, on the material level. No one knows if he really understands what happened and if he considers Dante as his dad, yet no one could blame him. Thus, you can always find the awkward atmosphere between these two, where in most cases, only exists the silence.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV.

~Miranda Screams. Fear. Bloodshed. Chaos. That day was the darkest day of my clan. It had been predicted by the oracle that a comet will pass over the sky and turn the sun red. A red sun was a vampire's most feared because it always left us powerless, weak and too drained to fight against any danger that would come. It was our weakness. We tried to keep this information a secret but somehow, it had gotten to the werewolves and they chose to attack us on that day.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

Shit, don tell me he’s a. “That’s right, you imbecile, I am a lycanthrope! Or, what you humans commonly call a werewolf.” Garth spat after reading my thoughts. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Although I have no idea how you came up with such a vile sounding name.” His piercing eyes bore into mine. “You are a slayer, I am a lycanthrope and she is a vympire.” “A vympire?” I said. “You mean, vampire, don’t you?”

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

Aleya said with a smile. “Oooooooo,” Tia clapped her hands. “A wolf and a vampire, that will be one beautiful little pup. What do you call a baby vampire?” Tia asked with a raised brow. “A wolfpire?” She smiled. “I think I like my new word. Wolfpire, that’s what we will call our wolf and vampire hybrids.”

The vampires that came in looked different, each one had their own personality, some looked happy to be here, others were very calm, I had to ask them all the same questions and listen to their answer as I checked their background check. "So tell me what's your name?" I asked each one that came in, it's the first question on my list and I was here listening to their different answers as they blended. "Darjin Veleburs," "Alex," "Katalina," " Calesti Lakair," "How old are you?" I asked next, we don't want very old vampire, or maybe we don't want extremly young ones, I wasn't sure what we're looking for, I'll have to check with Logan, I thought to myself as they all answered me.

She was leaning forward now, vibrating with curiosity. After I explained the risks Sombra had mentioned, Lucia went quiet for a moment. She squinted, her brain clearly working through a Rolodex of everyone we knew. "What about Sister Loreen?" At the mention of the name, Sombra sat bolt upright. "Who is this woman? Is she a vampire?" "A vampire?" I blurted out loud, staring at the husky. "Why would you jump to that conclusion?" "The naming conventions," Sombra said. "Vampires often hide behind religious titles. Brother, Sister, Father. It is a common habit of their kind."