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Raven crossed her arms. Trevor shook his head, “No. They’re being taken by vampires, and handed over to the werewolves.” “Werewolves generally don’t play nice with vampires,” remarked Oliver. “Everyone knows this,” sighed Trevor. “Do you have any names?” redirected Raven. “No exactly, and here’s the silver lining, underground name to the head honchos of each is, Vispillo, for the vamp and Furis for the wolf. And the girls are being picked off through your father’s special room.” Trevor looked squarely at Oliver.

It was very strange, and surely, and hopefully—a she-just-needs-sleep mistake on her part. She found her place. "‘They called him James.’" James Gregory III. A pureblood vampire from the kingdom of Nork. A powerful, delicious name. The syllables rumbled through her mind, a caress. Her nipples beaded, aching for a hot, wet kiss, and every inch of her skin flickered. She thought back. She’d never questioned a vampire named James, and the one in her dream had never spoken to her. He had never acknowledged her in any way.

He preferred to be killed by them than to die under the torturous heat of the sun. "We've got a name Damien. The bastard's name Gaius and him and his buddies back at home are called vampires. Can you believe that?" Draco informed Damien and Kira with a proud look on his face.

He preferred to be killed by them than to die under the torturous heat of the sun. "We've got a name Damien. The bastard's name Gaius and him and his buddies back at home are called vampires. Can you believe that?" Draco informed Damien and Kira with a proud look on his face.

Maybe it was that smirk, or the fact that this conversation hadn’t been as painfully bland as the ones I had had with others of his kind. " What is your name?" His smile grew even larger. My creep radar was going off. " My name is Haydon Veneziano," he spoke confidently, and his smirk twisted into an evil smile and his eyes grew dark. It was as though the person standing in front of me had totally devoured the cool, calm teenage vampire I had been talking to just a moment ago. I froze as I remembered his name- Haydon Veneziano. It was a name no hunter could ever possibly forget as it belonged to one of the most feared vampires to have existed. He was the son of a very rich, very powerful vam

I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "Shhh." He shut me up again saying, "Let's talk later." I grabbed his collar and said, "Answer me." He sighed and came closer whispering, “Ghost, Spectre, Apparition, The Undead, Remnants of Evil things. You have many names for us. The most popular of these are Vampires."

I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city. The vampires talked among one another as they ate, each one looking astoundingly perfect in every way. Humans often envied vampires for their looks, as did I when I was younger. I stood silently next to Master, as did some of the other slaves and pets. A few vampires kept their pets on their lap, such as the vampire sitting next to Master. Xander is what I came to find out his name was. He seemed to be a good friend of Masters since he's the only one I've seen Master talk to this entire time.

, he said. Ax was really brave, in fact he came up with the name of their group - the deadly 6. He gave them that name not because they were the strongest vampires; they were not, although they made themselves appear that way by their reputation. He gave them that name because they were the only vampires brave enough to take dangerous risks other vampires were not willing to take. They were deadly risks, like going into the territory of the werewolf and coming out. So for their death-defying risk, Ax named them the deadly 6. As they moved inside the court, it was packed to capacity. There was no space to even move inside and they had to settle with staying all the way at the back where they

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

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."