Vampires Names Novels & Stories

“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?”

I finally found the courage to ask. “He's somewhat similar to us.” She looked at me with the corner of her eyes. “He's a vamp.” Must be nice to have a nickname for your own clan. They call themselves vamp and it's so unattractive. Vampire sounds okay and Werewolf sounds good too. Not vamp or Welf: that's the worst. “Vampire, Natalie.” She rolled her eyes. “Well… how's he going to find him?” I went back to the topic at hand: finding my Zac.

"Why? I want to know everything!? And dont tell me it won't matter! Then I will rip your head off right here!" "It will just grow back I'm afraid" "Spill it!" He saw she was fed up, so he swallowed some blood to clear his mouth "You may call me Ray, but my names are Raymondias Vladimir Dracul, my father is Victarus Vladimir Dracul, and the father before him, is the one and only Vlad Dracul" Tala gasped, everyone knew that name, wolf and vampire alike, no matter where you came from ghost stories were told to children, about Vlad the impaler...

he explained. Vael started pacing again and talking with his hands. “We have to think about the words he used, the way he spoke. See, I don’t think Dracula, Lestat, or whatever the vampire’s name was is the original recipient of the prophecy.” He explained. “Roddrick.” I interrupted, correcting him on the vampire's name.

’ Deciding to move to another section whose names begin with ‘A,’ I see there are at least twelve names of Royals whose names start with ‘A,’ including Amilia’s. Amilia is almost at the end of the list. They registered her name to the list twenty-eight years ago. After that, there’s only one more name of another vampire. But nothing more to it, finding it a dead end. I try to get another totem and check the family tree and history. Scrolling through the family tree, I see Count Vlad being the first on it as the head of the family. His name only had a connection and was to his deceased mate Serafim, the vampire witch who looks precisely like Amilia.

He preferred to be killed by them than to die under the torturous heat of the sun. "We've got a name Damien. The bastard's name Gaius and him and his buddies back at home are called vampires. Can you believe that?" Draco informed Damien and Kira with a proud look on his face.

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."

His anger sends him to a standing position to give the allusion that he was bigger than me, which merely entertained me. Standing myself, I place my hands on his desk and lean forward. Still towering over him by a good foot, I look deep into his eyes. “Do you know who I am?” I ask with a smile. “Mr. Brandt and you are a vampire,” his voice still laced with anger and determined answers. “That is the name that I allow you to know. My actual title is Lawler Brandt, King of the Northern Vampires.” As the words leave my lips, I watch Detective Millers' face turn white, and his legs begin to give out. Rushing to his side, I assist him in sitting back in his chair. Mr. Johns is running to get a coo

Bob countered. "Is that so? Why don't I see that happening?" Drex continued to belittle them. "This is exhausting," Tom muttered. "Drex, do you belong to a community?" Bob asked suddenly. "What kind of community?" "A vampire-slaying community." "As if such a thing exists," Drex said skeptically. "We met two women who can sniff out vampires—their names are Emely and Mya. Do you know them?" Tom asked. "I don't think so. Mya? Emely? What strange names."

It was very strange, and surely, and hopefully—a she-just-needs-sleep mistake on her part. She found her place. "‘They called him James.’" James Gregory III. A pureblood vampire from the kingdom of Nork. A powerful, delicious name. The syllables rumbled through her mind, a caress. Her nipples beaded, aching for a hot, wet kiss, and every inch of her skin flickered. She thought back. She’d never questioned a vampire named James, and the one in her dream had never spoken to her. He had never acknowledged her in any way.