Romans & histoires What Do You Call A Female Vampire

Mother replied to the ignorance of her little daughter, “No baby girl, we aren’t werewolves. The land in the east is called Ardna Chirig. Wizards and Witches marked their boundary.” The little girl extended her words, “That means…” Mother replied quickly, “No, we are not wizards either” The little girl asked by exploring the old book, “What’s this called?” Mother took a closure look and told her child, “This is called Ireta Catar. The blood-sucking vampires are hanging with sharp fangs.” Mother held her daughter’s neck to her mouth and mocked the vampire sucking. The little girl giggled at her mother and asked in a puzzled tone, “If not all these, then who are we. What are we?”

This is not a goodbye, just a farewell, the second book is already in production and it's called: Destined to Lord Dracula. Thanks to all of you who have made it this far, your reading and opinion is very important and I love reading each one of you. I also come to tell you that if you find the terms I use here to define the "position" of the females in the pack (Genuine lunam, Velut luna, Lunae and Luna cimex) I ask you to let me know, because I spent days studying to create something different and I do not accept that you use the terms I defined in any other work (the females in most of the books are always moons or supreme moons, that is the public term).

It's black, and there's only a chair with a table. They try to open the door, but it's locked. They can smell us, too, surely. "Everything will be fine," Nicole whispers with her lips. I nod and prepare for the worst. They forcefully break the door, and I flinch in fright. Everything is dark, but with my wolf vision, I can see clearly. Then a vampire enters with red eyes, intense black hair, and very pale skin. "We meet again, Jane," the vampire says with a warm but fake smile. "You," I whisper, petrified.

“Isn’t the queen’s name Keela? No Kimmie?” “It’s Kiaya. The queen of vampires' name is Kiaya. She is one of the oldest vampires around. She was around before the dark times.” Most people called the dark times the apocalypse, but it seems the elves referred to it as the dark times. “She’s that old, huh? She doesn’t look older than twenty-five.” “She’s not the average vampire, either. They say she has a quarter of human blood in her.” “Interesting. How do you know all this?”

He raised the same question, but it didn’t irk me. “Nathan, Adolphus.” We stopped and looked behind when we heard Rita calling us. “Mom, what are you doing here?” Nathan asked me worriedly. “As the beta female, I also have some responsibilities to take care of, Nathan.” She answered with a serious expression on her face. “Where are you going?” Nathan asked her again, still worried about her. Spotting vampires is not good news, not when they can try to breach the boundaries at any time. Rogue vampires are more reckless than rogue wolves.

She was leaning forward now, vibrating with curiosity. After I explained the risks Sombra had mentioned, Lucia went quiet for a moment. She squinted, her brain clearly working through a Rolodex of everyone we knew. "What about Sister Loreen?" At the mention of the name, Sombra sat bolt upright. "Who is this woman? Is she a vampire?" "A vampire?" I blurted out loud, staring at the husky. "Why would you jump to that conclusion?" "The naming conventions," Sombra said. "Vampires often hide behind religious titles. Brother, Sister, Father. It is a common habit of their kind."

They chose whomever they set their eyes on and discarded them when fed up. I only met rotten luck until three years ago when something pricked my heart like a distant call from a faraway land. I couldn't understand what it was but now I feared it was the call of my mate coming of age. Calling me to own her. Knowing that she had a red aura meant she was special. The red aura was unique to male vampires. Female vampires had a distinct brown aura but very rarely it happened that a female vampire with a red aura would be born. That female was considered fertile and she would give birth to a male heir. This is how vampire bloodlines remained pure and alive. But during my lifetime I had never come

Leon, one of the members, gasped while the rest leaned in with suspicion. "Are they one of us?" Godfrey, an elder member, asked. I shook my head. "No. Vampire blood does not run through her veins," I responded. "Ah, so it's a female?" Vladimir, a vampire around my age, asked as he rubbed his hands together and cracked a sly smile. I could already tell what his intentions were. "Yes, she's a female, and whatever you're thinking, Vladimir, don't,” I warned. "What? Who said I was thinking anything?"

Could there be no chance she'll become his Alpha female? Maridelle turned her sight sidewards. He called her a vampire. The word that tells her how abominable her blood is. It painfully says that she belongs to the race she couldn't accept. Maridelle doesn't like what is happening to her. She cannot accept being called vampire, but that is what she is turning herself into. She fully gazed at Alpha Lachlan who doesn't get rid of his seriousness. “Sure. I wanted to know how tasty your blood is.”

The most painful thing was that, they were no where close to finding a way to bring down this Vampire,no plan whatsoever. But thought with some research they tended to get and find more informations about the Lupus Vampire and how it operates. The Lupus Vampire is a unique creature with a scientific name of Lycanthropus Lupus. It is a species of vampire that feeds on the life-force/blood of werewolves and is one of the rarest forms of vampires known to exist.