Other Vampire Names Novels & Stories

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

he said and I removed my bracelet. We turned into bats and flew to Romeo's place. We flew to his bedroom and met him sleeping on his bed shirtless. "Let's get started" Albert said and we turned into vampires, we dipped our nails Into his neck, he didn't budge, we made it went deeper, but nothing changed. "Turn into a wolf" Albert said and we turned into wolves, we still didn't have any effect on him. "Tiara, what's happening? who's this person?" Albert asked.

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.

"Will be quick! Do you know who our Leader is?” "Who is? We've never met the leader before." The girl in a high voice said, “The leader of our organization is named Louis William, the ancestors of Sir Louis William were also professional and high-class hunters, although before the rebellion there was no war, the Vampires are living at the bottom of society, and jobs such as hunters and vampire hunters are no longer done, so when there is a rebellion of crazy vampires killing humans, humans can't fight back." "That's right, no one could have predicted that the vampire would suddenly get so mad."

"What's your name?" "I'm Miranda Whitmore, the other girl is Shelly-Ann Stevens, holding her is Duran Doe, the big guy is Valko Silver. This stinky one right here is Nigel Vanderwolf." "Ahhh, A Vanderwolf you say? Hmm," the vampire hummed. "And what's your name?" Miranda asked him.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

"We are here to discuss a matter of utmost importance." "I know what this is about," I replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. "Let's get on with it." The elder cleared his throat and began to read from a thick book in front of him. "According to our research, there are several signs that indicate that Lady Arayah is indeed a vampire." I raised an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, are those signs?" He began to list them off, his voice monotone and dry. "She has pale skin, she is often seen wearing a cloak to shield herself from the sun, and she seems to disappear without a trace at night."

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

Welcome to St. Vlad's. No, not St. Vladimir, patron saint of Russia. St. Vlad, as in Vlad Tepes, aka Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula. I think it unfair that the school is named after a vampire. Sure, vampires attend here, but so do Lycanthrope. There are the Moroi, vampires, and the Dhampir, half-vampire half-human hybrid. There are, also, the Lycanthrope, half-human half-wolf hybrid.