Vampire Royalty Names Novels & Stories

It was Hanson that broke the silence. "Cyrus hasn't given us too many details," he said with a sympathetic smile. "It's a long shot, but what is the name of the vampire who gave you this information, maybe we have a record of him. We try and document every vampire who comes in contact with wolves, maybe it will help." "Andre Cote," I said doubting the name would help. Hanson gasped putting his hands to his mouth. I was wrong apparently. "Are you sure?" he asked in a quiet voice. I nodded not liking that he instantly recognised the name, it didn't bode well for me. "Cote is the surname of the vampire royal family," he continued.

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

Tobi confirmed that father was indeed in his right senses, yet I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around what he meant in his last sentence. For a very long time,e before I became an actual vampire, I was picked on for being human. I wasn’t the first of my kind to happen of course but that didn’t change anything, before me there was another Prince, Julian and before him a long time there was a princess, Anastasia. No one knew why we happen, but apparently, my kind could only happen in a royal bloodline. So it most likely happened because the other two and the ones before them were my ancestors.

Nostalgia filled my whole being as the scene in front of me gets clearer again like it isn't just some memory I play in my mind. Those were the days. The golden days. You see, royal-blooded vampires are a whole different breed. They are nothing like some other vampires. Royal-blooded vampires that blood came from the roots of Vlad Dracul, and was never tainted by any other clans, are considered to be the most prominent families scattered in the lands of Romania. Our family, and Octavians, for instance.

“Not here, but they do have royalties. The purebloods. They rarely interact with the ordinary ones. They have a hierarchy. Royals. Elites. Borns. Converts.” “Where do you fall in that?” Sab asked with a frown. “I classify myself as a born vampire. I have reason to suspect grandfather might be an elite, if not a royal.” He stared at the dagger in his hand. It’s quite intricate and the gems embedded on the handle seems like genuine stones. “Do you need to be of royal blood if you’re to claim being a vampire king?” Alex was curious if it’s different from the werewolves. “Not really. Elites can always challenge royals. I’ve heard they have weakened over the decades, maybe centuries. Their number

But still, the royal Pure Blooded vampires existed. King FAUST BRAVER ROXFLOOD, ruled the whole kingdom. Since a few decades he had been spreading its kingdom taking more and more territories into it and recruiting more and more SOOPERS. The vampires had always been fiesty creatures in human-tales. But with the advent of technology people tend to become more ignorant about the supernatural creatures. Vampires had learned to blend themselves into mortals too.

“Humph! You mentioned that the blood clan killed your family… and you’re saying you didn’t know who’s the man behind it all?” ‘Victor… Victor Rosett,’ Lucian thought. It was then when he recalled the name of the vampire lord who caused his family’s ruthless death. “Your Majesty, I was ignorant. I now remember the name… Victor Rosett is the Vampire Lord who controlled the Liore Kingdom in the shadows. He is my greatest enemy.”

“What is her name?” He shook his head. “She has no name. We only call her The Queen.” “What was her name?” Jo pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. He closed his eyes, his mouth moving as whispers of Russian that sounded like a prayer came out. She almost laughed aloud. What god would save a Vampire? Especially an unsouled one. “She has had many names.” His eyes were still closed as he answered. “Give. Me. One.” His lips were trembling as he whispered, “Asteria.”

(Queen of witches) Eye colour:Sea blue Mate: No mate but is with the Angel Eremiel. (Witches have no mates. They choose who to love) 3.Name:Jake Grayson Ashe Age:Seventeen Birthday: 1st May,... Species: Vampire (Soon to be King) Eye colour: Dark blue Mate: Tara Deidre Morgenstern. 4.Name: Jeremy Jay Ashe Age: Seventeen. Birthday:1st May,... Species: Vampire (Prince of vampires)

Alonso cursed, running his free hand through his hair. “Would someone please explain who he is?” the princess demanded, looking from one face to another. Queen Emma answered first. “An ancient enemy of every Lycan. One just as old as Sokaris himself… The firstborn son of Hecate.” Maddison frowned in confusion. Then Warren spoke. “Vladimir De Lion… Is the King of the Vampires.”