What Do You Call A Female Vampire Novels & Stories

Aleya said with a smile. “Oooooooo,” Tia clapped her hands. “A wolf and a vampire, that will be one beautiful little pup. What do you call a baby vampire?” Tia asked with a raised brow. “A wolfpire?” She smiled. “I think I like my new word. Wolfpire, that’s what we will call our wolf and vampire hybrids.”

She gritted her teeth, ready to elbow them instead. “You wake up?” asked the woman. It was a woman. But did that matter? Monsters came from every gender. She elbowed her. “Ow!” the woman cried. “I’m your savior, Danica!” “My butt!” she kicked her with her good foot. “Ow!” This time, the vampire dropped her. “Damn you!”

Her heart still yearned for the vampire and it imposed an obvious barrier to her getting home. No! She internally screamed. She did not want to desire the vampire in that way. She should have killed it before it could have killed her. “I need to get out of here.” she murmured. The breeze was drifting faster now and she could feel her body become cold. Her arms hovered over each other for warmth as she continued to walk, for sure that a path would show sooner or later. Be careful Nadia..her inner canine cowered deeper, sensing something sinister. With the scarcity of vampires in the area to tear werewolves a part, there was also a subspecies of wolves called rogues.

No, once, she had been a different human vampire entirely—a woman named Seraphina, a vampire of grace and goodness, who had known love and hope. In her youth, Seraphina had been beautiful, with long, flowing hair as dark as midnight and eyes that glimmered like amethysts. She had lived in a small but peaceful vampire clan, content with her existence, and known for her kindness and gentleness. But all that had changed the day she met Skyrim, a vampire king of great power and renown.

Hurried footsteps approach me, followed by a panicked female voice. The woman's gaze lands on my lifeless form, and her face pales. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" she exclaims, her voice trembling as she rushes over to me. She probably thinks she's about to save the day, but little does she know she's stepped into a vampire horror story.

Strangely, the face that stared back at me wasn't one I was very familiar with. The one in the mirror was fat, no, chubby. She had full, beautiful cheeks. There was even some color on her skin, some rosy pink color. She looked more alive than I had looked in all my grandeur as the Vampire Queen. “What The Fuck Is Going On Here?” I whispered slowly, highlighting every word as I backed away from the mirror. Then it all made sense to me… The moon goddess indeed answered my prayer, gave me another shot at life, but definitely not the easiest chance to fulfill my aim of killing Rowan.

Was she drinking from those children? “Rhea,” I said slowly, moving closer. “Explain.” Silence. She let out an exhale. "I'm not a vampire, River." I blinked, once, then twice. What was she even saying? Not a vampire? “…What?” “I’m not a vampire,” she repeated firmly. “I mean, it’s not the stupidest thing I’ve heard, but still. No. I’m a succubus.” I stared blankly back at her. "You're a succubus... like... so what do you... What do you do exactly?"

She hesitated, just for a moment, then exhaled and sat beside me, folding her legs beneath her like a cat curling into shadow. “Okay,” she murmured, leaning in close, her voice soft and haunting. “But just the basics for now…” She sat back, shadows curling around her like smoke as she began. “Vampires,” she said, her tone laced with reverence and disdain, “are noble, obsessed with beauty and power. Yes, they drink blood, but that’s just the surface. They’re psychic. Fast. Ancient. Bound by ancient mating laws.” I raised a brow. “Charming.”

she pauses and I nod, confirming the correct term, she smiles and continues, “.. the Chronicles have two different spellings for the word ‘Vampire’. Why?” “It’s quite simple really. A Vampyre, with a ‘y’ is a born Vampire, the oldest of us have lived for several millennia and our origins vary. I’m one of the youngest born vampyres and the head of my clan. Vampires with an ‘i’ are created. Humans who have been turned either by choice or against their will.” I wait as she nods along and digests the information. Do I tell her about hybrids? How a vampire is made? It’s hard to know how much to divulge so soon, especially when it directly involves people she loves.

I call out. “ALPHA OF SILVER MOON, SHOW YOURSELF!” “Is there a problem here, vampire?” “Thank you for joining me. I have one question and if I don’t get the answer I want, then you and your pack will face the consequences ..” “What is your question?” “I am looking for a female. She will seem like a vampire but is more. I have tracked her to have passed through your pack. Is this true? Did anyone see her? Did anyone help her?”