Vampire Names For Female Novels & Stories

From the top to the very last drop, without leaving anything behind, she told you anything. Using your fingers, your drag them across your hair, untangling the knots, and remain quiet as you try to digest everything she's told you. "Calla." She says in an almsot helpless tone. Your best friend, Hayeo- no. That's not it. That's not even her real name. Yvon. Yvon is actually a vampire. A paled skin, cold-blooded entity, child of the night, blood sucking creature with rigid sharp fangs- your best friend, is a vampire.

The Vampire shrugged his thin shoulders and glided into the room. "Howling Warriors had two visitors of note today, one vampire hybrid and an elemental wolf." 'Aah my son has arrived,' Santos thought gleefully, knowing that the Elemental would be Mikhail, so he asked instead, "Does the hybrid have a name or position scout?" Pinning the vampire with his stern countenance. "I'm afraid so sir, it's Morgana Mannering, one of the vampire assassins, more commonly known as The seductress."

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

“Uweh…? A-Ah…! I’m sorry for staring at you…!” She apologized with her head lowered. God, she’s cute. “Sherry, your name,” Persia whispered. Seems like she’s good friends with Persia. “A-Ah…! Nice to meet you…! My name is Sherry Scarlet Rosenberk from Class S. I’m not a bat-kin— but a vampire.” Hearing her statement, then I’ve confirmed that she’s the new vampire race— a winged vampire.

Vampire bloodlines were rare, and there had always been a strong emphasis on their descendants, so it would be odd if she were. The girl appeared to be very young, yet she had suffered abuse, judging by the scars on her arms and legs. I lifted the girl into my arms and decided to take her to see a doctor. Vampire wounds usually healed quickly, so why were hers so difficult to heal? I gently sat her in the passenger seat and closed the car door.

my mind drifted to my mates face, I couldn't help remembering how shining his hair looked, how his muscles bulged, every time he swallowed,I could see his Adams apple bubble up and down , not to mention the buldge in his pants. I shaked my head to clear my thoughts , how could I even start imagining nasty things about my mate who I just met. I continued my search and finally found what I was looking for,....Vampire's mates. They weren't known as mates like we call them, but they were called the chosen one. That's a bit creepy. "Vampires pledge full devotion to their mates and are unable to mate with another woman once their mate has been found… .. that's actually really great".

The voice, though deep and sensual would send a chill down the spines of ordinary men, but it did nothing to ruffle Vlad’s feathers. Without turning around, he greeted his sister back, “I see you came.” “Are you not honoured by my presence brother?” “Should I be?” The female vampire chuckled and stepped forward to face her brother. She was beautiful, her face so breathtaking that the scholars of ancient Greece called her Aphrodite. Her silky black hair was dyed blonde and her eyes were sapphire green. Her stature was slightly smaller than Vlad’s but her arms and legs were well toned. They looked nothing like each other.

“Put up a hell of a fight.” “I’m sure,” the vampire said. “A pleasure to see you again, Hedy.” “Seems rude to know my name when I don’t know yours.” He chuckled, “Would you prefer your given name or Pandora?” Francium’s eyes widened. He glanced between the vampire prince and me in shock. I said nothing. The vampire smirked and licked his lips. “I thought Pandora was the other girl,” the one holding me by the neck said. The vampire laughed, “As did I for a while. At least until it became clear that Moon Shadow was still getting far too close to my liking.”

“What am I?” “I would have thought that was obvious,” she cocked her head to the side and exposed her razor-sharp fangs n another sinister grin, her bloody eyes glowing as they drank him in. “We are known by many names, lamia, Esperanto, undead, and so on, I myself quite like the word nosferatu,” “Vampire?” “Simply put yes,” she stood from the bed and stuck her hip out, her pale leg slipping out of the deep slit in her red dress. “Everyone in this room is a vampire,”

"They looked different, not like you or Anastasia now. And I remember there wasn't anyone named Alexandra among them." "You are quite observant," Alex said. "Well, humans grow old and die, but vampires are different. They can't age or die, so they keep changing and evolving. The older we get, the better we look—and stronger, too. Now, you can say, I'm a very hot and sexy a-hundred-and-thirteen-year-old woman. Aren't you jealous?" "Very," I said and rolled my eyes at her. "But how about the name?" "After I was reborn, the priest named me after my mother," Alex said casually. "My former name is Marie Nikolevna Romanova."