Vampires Names 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.

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

I looked at each of them slowly. “What if I told you there was another way?” The youngest blinked. “What way?” “Leave.” They stared at me like I’d just suggested flying. “You’re joking,” one of the others said. “I’m not.” I leaned forward slightly. “Join us.” The tallest wolf narrowed his eyes. “Us?” “We have wolves,” I said. “And vampires.” That got their full attention. “Vampires?” the seventeen-year-old blurted. “You’re fighting with vampires?”

With the moonlight, he looked like the stuff dreams were made of—my prince of the night. We kissed again, this time long and deep, before he let me go. He placed his helmet on and walked onto the battlefield with Andrew at his side. Andrew shifted beside him. They marched out as one so that all could see the werewolves and vampires could work together. The other werewolves shifted, and the vampires crouched, calling forth a blood rage. The battle began—werewolves and vampires dashing for the Ironfang pack. The Alpha shifted, his scar face visible even in wolf form. He charged Andrew and Sebastian. Sebastian sprinted for him, blade drawn, wanting revenge for my mother’s death. Two large black

“So my ex-stepsister tried to ruin my life, my stepmother poisoned my father, my story was stolen, and now I’m a magical creature surrounded by more magical creatures.” “Basically.” “Cool cool cool. Totally normal week.” I waited. She didn’t say anything else for a long time. Then she asked, “What about Isaac?” I raised my brows. “What about him?” She gave me a look. “He’s a vampire too,” I said. “Same origin as Noah. Same fangs. Different amount of brooding.” “Explains the attitude.” I sipped again. “Explains a lot.” She tilted her head slightly. “You two have been spending time together.”

"You do not know their names, do you? And if you don't, you're a liability." Well, fuck his ass. Finally, I thought he was going to make sense as the first vampire I'll share a convo with. Obviously he has to turn out like the rest of them. Arrogance lurks in their blood. "Atticus. Akasha. Morrigan. Kael. Marcellus," he pauses. "No, I didn't mean that as an insult." He adds. "I'm not interested in talking to you anymore." I stand up and he rests his back with a sharp whine.

I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" "Shhh." He shut me up again saying, "Let's talk later." I grabbed his collar and said, "Answer me." He sighed and came closer whispering, “Ghost, Spectre, Apparition, The Undead, Remnants of Evil things. You have many names for us. The most popular of these are Vampires."

“Do you know anything about these new vampires?” “Not much,” he admitted. “Only that they are hungry for blood. There are 5 of them altogether.” I nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Did you know that one of them is 16 years old?” There was silence on the other end for a moment. “What?” “Her name is Natalia; she’s amongst the 5. She’s only 16 years old,” I explained. “Which wasn’t approved by the council.” “I’d assume not,” Alberto murmured. “I’ll get a hold of them and report it right away. Thanks for letting me know.”

It was the vampire they had been searching for. Amanda and Hannah were prepared to fight, but the vampire surprised them by speaking first. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant. "We just want to know about your origin," Amanda replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The vampire hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My name is Vincent. I was born in the 17th century in France. I was turned into a vampire by a powerful witch, and I've been alive ever since. But I've always kept to myself, staying away from humans and other vampires alike."