Vampire Guy Names Novels & Stories

The carriage started to move down the road to Alistair's home. The ride to the carriage was silent as each member were occupied with their thoughts. They got to the house and entered inside, Fife immediately poured himself a drink, he poured for the others as well and they all drank. "so, what just happened? How is he a vampire?", Elena asked. "I was born a vampire", Alistair answered. "don't you need to be bitten?", Theodore asked. "not all vampires are bitten. Some are born as well, the born vampires are more powerful",

I don’t know why, and some parts of our past are still blurry. “Putting things together, but not everything makes sense, does it? Maybe my name will jog your memory. Ramsey Callisto, the original vampire. The one who started all the wars, but no one ever knew until the last few times. Sadly, it didn’t do them any good and now your council works for me. Poor pitiful wolves can’t even run themselves correctly.”

he said. "I'm not interested, you can go alone" I said. "Babe you need to stop all these, let's go" he said. "Maybe I should continue with my questions" he added. "No, don't, let's go" I said and we both went out to where his car was parked, we entered and he zoomed off. In the Vampires world Prince Albert "Why is my mate not back?" I asked the elders. "My prince she might be having a tough time getting the seventh prey" one of them replied.

Lance replied, eating another sandwich. “It makes me wonder how many vampires I interact with and don’t even know it,” I said as I spread pâté on two crackers, then handed one to Lance. I bit into the other and the taste was phenomenal. “Probably more than you realize,” Lance commented, then added, “or other supernatural beings.” “Such as?” “Werewolves, dhampirs, witches, shifters …” Lance’s voice trailed off. I shook my head, realizing that this wasn’t the world that I thought it was. “Lance, what do you want to name the baby?”

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.

A smiling, cute boy vampire greets me gently as I raise my head. "Are you okay?" he asks, shocked. I don't say a thing; I stay silent. My shoulder is patted by the cute, smiling vampire. But just as he is about to brush my face, Zack appears in front of us. "Don't touch her, flirty vamps." "Come on, dude, how many times do I have to tell you my name is Damon, not a flirty vampire?" Even though Zack wants to punch him, I stare at the cute vampire and his smile.

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.

"Why? I want to know everything!? And dont tell me it won't matter! Then I will rip your head off right here!" "It will just grow back I'm afraid" "Spill it!" He saw she was fed up, so he swallowed some blood to clear his mouth "You may call me Ray, but my names are Raymondias Vladimir Dracul, my father is Victarus Vladimir Dracul, and the father before him, is the one and only Vlad Dracul" Tala gasped, everyone knew that name, wolf and vampire alike, no matter where you came from ghost stories were told to children, about Vlad the impaler...

She found out she could not even look at his face without flinching. "I am known as Rage, lord of the underground creep and these. . ." He pointed to the men who had given him their rapt attention. ". . . are my men. Some like to call us blood-thirsty demons, but we are known as vampires." He smiled, but it could not be called that, it was more like the baring of teeth that were sharp and long. Germaine began to shake, she could not help it. This man was a horrifying legend, and she was before him.

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.