Vampire Last Names Novels & Stories

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.

Anna said kindly. ”The oldest in a vampire tribe are considered the Eldest. Then the three oldest afterward are considered Elders. Nyx gifts the Eldest and Elders with abilities that keep them, and their tribes protected. Each gift helps the Elders fulfill their daily duties,” Bernard explains. “But sometimes the Goddess can gift a vampire a special ability without them being an Elder. Like Anastasia for instance.” I sat frozen, staring at him in disbelief. He paused for a moment so I could gather my thoughts.

Phoebe's mother talked about the beautiful memories of her and Phoebe's father, although he is no longer in this world, her love for him is still as beautiful as the first day they met. Phoebe listened to her mother's story in silence, her mother told Phoebe why she followed her mother's last name and not her father's. That is, she doesn't want her to be looked down upon and abandoned by humans, eighteen years ago vampires had very different surnames from humans, and for this reason, humans could distinguish between vampires' surnames.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

I smirked at his translation of the word, brother in Greek. "How have you been, Andro?" Andro is one of the five male vampires left and he's one of the three that I know. We don't have a clue if there's any female vampire left but there was a rumor that one was in this particular town that I am and this was one of the reasons why I relocated here. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten a hold of one ever since I moved here. "I've been good, his about you? Still going after those κορίτσια και η γλυκύτητά τους?" I laughed out.

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.

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.

The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door. Dayanne, as he heard from the convenience manager awhile ago, is already breathing steadily when he went closer and sat beside her bed. Her brown locks scattered around her pillow. The wounds are already covered with gauges but her blood's scent still lingers. He could not explain the extreme attraction of her scent on him. But he's starting to feel possessive of her. He tried to consult their elders. They all agreed that she must be a part royal. Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality.

Opening the door just as I stepped before it, Zaika was grinning at me. "Come in and tell me about this Vossler guy again," he said softly. Narrowing my eyes at his jest I exhaled in frustration. "I have explained this many times. Vossler is one of the original Dire Wolf kings and the last one still alive of the throuple between Madeline and the vampire Greyson. Our father is one of his descendants," I stated in exasperation. Laughing lightly, Zaika put his arm around my shoulders and led me to his balcony.

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?