What Do You Call A Female Vampire Novels & Stories

I turn a little, so I am facing her and say, “A Succubus is a sub-creature. In the human myths, it is a female Demon that is obsessed with sex and can only survive on a males semen. However, the truth is that they are not Demons, the very first Succubus was created by a vampire.” I look up at Conner to find that his eyes are flickering. They soon return to the standard colour of Julian, and he then says, “We did a little study on them. If I remember rightly, one of the first male vampires fell in love with a human female. However, she was terrified of him and fought against his love. The vampire used his gifts and especially his venom every time he was in her company, convincing her to becom

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

We could never love another the same. "I feel it, Parum Lamia," cupping her face in my hands, I caressed her sharp cheekbones that didn't seem as sharp before, "I feel it." "Parum Lamia?" Lilith quizzed. "It's Latin for little vampire," the witch translated which had both Lilith and me glaring at her, "well, Lamia can be translated to witch and some other creatures as well but it works pretty well as vampire." "You speak Latin?" Lilith asked me with a glint sparking in her eyes.

she whispered, her voice a mere breath against the silent night. I offered her a small, enigmatic smile, my fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Perhaps even creatures like me can be captivated by the scent of royalty. My dear, I am known as Draco, a creature of the night, thirsty for the essence that courses through your veins." Her fear turned to disbelief, and she took a tentative step backward, her voice trembling, "You're... a vampire?" I nodded slowly, the moonlight casting a bewitching glow upon my pale skin. "Indeed, my dear. And your scent, oh, it is a delicacy I cannot resist."

As I am deep in thought, Victor asks me a question, one which I should have considered but, never thought of. “Are there any female vampires?" I grimace at his question. Yes, there are those filthy succubi. I only have one good Vampiress friend who lives not too far from here, she is not a socially respectable lady among the humans but, for an immortal, she is very kind and loving.

She explodes on him. English translation: "Sharrap" means "Shut Up". "People always think that all female vampires are just a Succubus. Claiming that we're only good for luring mortal men to have sex and then kill them after we fulfilled our satisfaction. Well, I hate being labeled as a Succubi—it's a sexist term. Plus I hate having sex with human men, they never satisfy me and I don't find them attractive." She adds. He walks back to the bed and sits down again to listen more clearly. She starts to cry again.

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

She looks from him to Dante who hadn't moved during the ordeal. "No... please Goddess, no..." she crawled over to him, nudging him, "Dante, get up." she demanded of him, but he didn't move. She looks down at his stomach, seeing the black ichor substance staining his skin slowly, "You won't take him from me to." She placed her hands over the wounds, opening her mouth to chant the spell she just casted, but the words escaped her mind. She fought through her racing thoughts to find the words, but they wouldn't come to her. She leans over his face, blood streaming from his lips, "I don't understand. You're a Vampire... You can't die from this!" she shouted, hitting his chest out of frustration.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

his voice trailed off as he controlled his emotions. "But the punishment she was given was worse than death. Siku would never be able to conceive," Maddox said and Clara covered her mouth with both hands but remembered something. "Wait, I thought female vampires can't have babies?" Clara said recalling something from a childhood story. "Yes, what you said is true but a female vampire has a small chance of getting pregnant if they mate with a male human. Their offspring is called dhampir," Maddox explained. "But your husband took that small chance away from her and gave her multiple scars she can't even show her face in public any more," he added.