Vampire Username Generator Novels & Stories

I stepped to the chair and sat without asking her permission which was indeed rude. "Welcome, son of the Luther Vincent, grandson of William Vincent...The great achiever of the whole Vampire World, Karien Vincent." She called my name, wait how did she know I was the one to visit her. I had told Stephen not to speak of my name and also she had her eyes closed. How could it be possible for her to recognize me? "You know me?" I raised a question in astonishment after hearing my name from her. She then opened her eyes, and damn her eyes had no eyeballs but only the white portion. It scared me and I inhaled in fear. She smirked as she saw me getting feared by her.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

“You gotta tell me your name, or I’ll have to make one up. Any ideas, Anna?” I clear my throat. “I like Bob.” “Bob the Vampyre. Love it.” “That’s not my na— ” “It is if the lady says so, shartstain. Wanna tell me what you’re doing in my territory before I rip off your balls and shove them down your throat?”

Brian's POV My name is Brian. Brian Johannes Adams. I'm not an ordinary human as you might think. I'm a vampire, yup. You heard and read it correctly, I'm a vampire. The Adams family is the last descendants of King George Adams, who led the vampire nation hundreds of years ago. We used to reside in Romania, but something unfortunate happened that led me to New York.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

"Put her down." "I agree," K.D. Lange said. "I concur," Greek Goddess said. I gasped. "Wait. You say that I don't have any vampire instinct." The Asian woman laughed. "If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human."

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

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?”