روايات وقصص ضمن Vampire Last Names

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

Mr. Haven walked through the dimly lit corridors of the ancient vampire sanctuary, his mind filled with questions and uncertainty. He had sought an audience with Lucius Nightshade, a renowned vampire senior known for his wisdom and knowledge. Lucius was said to have a deep understanding of the complexities of vampire existence and the intricacies of memory. As Mr. Haven approached the grand chamber where Lucius resided, a sense of anticipation and nervousness washed over him. The chamber was adorned with elegant tapestries depicting centuries of vampire history, and the air carried a faint scent of old books and ancient secrets.

A male one. A male vampire? The hairs on my back stand on edge. ‘’Wh—what was the na—name of the Male Vampire? Any idea.’’ I control my fear. It’s not who I think. Is it? ‘’Yes my lord. His name is Borham.’’ No. This can’t be happening. History can’t be repeating again! I lied to Reno back then saying Krulisa’s right hand man was Borham, never did I know that it would actually turn out to be true! Why does he work with Krulisa?

His regular breathing gives off a calm atmosphere. Last night, the two siblings, who had been separated for twelve years, really let go of their longing, dominated by stories about Damien's life experiences since he first became a vampire, until he could become one of the vampire nobles like now. Michelle now knows who Juliette Abigail is, the woman who claims to be the giver of eternal life to Damien. The woman is the last descendant of Dracula, an older race of vampires. Yep, Juliette is the last descendant of the Dracula race, a race that is said to be the ancestor of the vampire.

“What are your names?” “……” all seven of the vampires just silently glanced up at him. “Can someone tell me what your names are? Pease… I mean you no harm.” He looked intently at the bling vampire. “I’m Darius. The grumpy-looking kid is Elijah, the trebling one is Kiran.” He pointed to the tallest of them all. “This is matt. And this is Avery. The black-haired twins are hunter and Issac,” “good… I’m Killian. I’m a beta of this pack,”

“So I’m guessing that just as how you are a powerful vampire, this Stoll guy is a powerful wolf.’’ ’’Yes, they rank him as the second strongest wolf, even though I find that unfair because he has the help of Hades and the fates. And his wife is Dracula’s daughter, so that makes them a force to reckon with. I personally think he should be the first.’’ ’’Who is the first?’’ ’’The very first man that got turned into a wolf.’’ ’’And where do you rank on the list of vampires?’’ Alistair sighed before answering. ’’Dracula is the strongest, then Vlad the impaler, then the daughter of Dracula.’’ Alistair pointed at where a woman with a swollen stomach was standing. “Jessie. There is this cocky guy b

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

This man had black long locks and whilst shorter was definitely bigger than the first man. "Ambrogrio, you've returned," Stephania announced, eyes on the tall blond. Ambrogrio. I had heard of this man. One of the three pureblooded vampires, the last of the two from the human realm. Less powerful than King Alec Diarnov as all vampires from the human realm were, but more powerful than any other. I had always thought I would meet this man on a battlefield, as his kind was never going to be allies to Lycans and werewolves alike.

"They're fine." VAMPIRE EMPIRE. THE VAMPIRE EMPIRE WAS BEEN HEAD BY DYLAN KAY, Dylan Kay, the first vampire who had live for three centuries and still very strong. Almost everyone fear him. He had gone deep down into some exile after hitting a werewolf, who had run away from him some few years ago.