Vampire Women Names Novels & Stories

Abigail began. “There are a lot of dark-haired vampires,” I said. “Can you be more specific?” “I can be very specific,” Abigail said, smugly. “She’s not just a vampire with the faintness of Fae attached to her. She’s a mutant-vampire who goes by the name of Julie. Does that ring any bells?”

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

Every goddamned Blood Moon. Some time ago, it had somehow gotten to his Nana's ears, the utterly absurd and completely false notion that vampires could have human mates. That was when she'd started to bring all these girls into his home. One after the other, under the pretext of her needing help around the estate. It made him laugh at the silly idea. He was no shifter. There was no such thing as human mates for his kind. What would be the point of it anyway, seeing as they were also their primary source of nourishment? They could easily kill their own soulmates, provoke themselves an immense amount of grief. It made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He still let her have her way at first, allo

And trust Lucian to leave when you best need him. As I sip from my drink, searching the room for a friendly face I hope… I felt warmness behind me and when I turned, I saw two females vampires standing tall, taking me in with their glasses to their mouth. “Hi, I'm Aria.” I stretched out my hand for a handshake and a face of warming smile. They hesitate, looking at each then let out a high pitch synchronised laugh. It definitely gave Jenna but the vampire edition. Circling me like their prey…

“I need answers. Tell me who they were.” “I don't know how to explain it,” she began in a scared voice. “You probably won’t even believe me.” “Try me,” Damon whispered. Mara drew in a deep breath, and she pulled up the blanket on the bed to wrap it around her shoulders. “They were hunters. Werewolf hunters…They call themselves Vortex.” Damon frowned. The name sounded so weird and unfamiliar to him. “I’ve heard of hunters, but I've never heard of this VORTEX.”

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

“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.

She looked in our direction but the cloud like color in them indicted something more. The woman smirked and stepped a few more feet closer to us. A small group of three men followed close behind her as well. "Have you never seen a blind vampire before?" she asked, her Romania accent thickly laced every word she spoke. Her alluring aura and soft tone is enough to make me to melt. Vampires are such sensual creatures and all she did was spoke a sentence. "Victoria, don't tease. This is neither the time nor place. Yes. There is Kaia and Saige Woods and their mates. They are the deceased's daughters" Ares scolded her.