Moka Akashiya Vampire Novels & Stories

V4 POV "..... Right. ....." I mumbled to Akari. V7's eyes turned dark red as he held his hands in prayer to his lips. He whispered something to his hand before lifting his forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The triangle lit up in a purple flame and something was coming through it. Two rose petals as red as blood slowly drifts towards us, they suddenly lit up into a purple flame and flew towards me and Akari. Akari gave out a shocked sound as she moved backward in fear. The flaming petal stuck to my chest but I didn't feel its flame. At that moment, I saw V7 and Hikaru in a weird way, as if they were wearing red paint all over them, but I saw Sango as if she was wearing gree

The room fell silent, and every individual present bowed in submission. "And bring Asama Erza to me. I need blood," he added, leaving no room for discussion. Draven departed the hall, craving solitude and the sustenance only fresh blood could provide. He retreated to his chambers, where the skin of a wolf adorned the walls—a grim reminder of their ancient feud with the werewolves. Vampires, older and more traditional than their rivals, shunned modern conveniences, clinging to their ancient ways.

—he pointed his finger at me—"this thing, the mere blood slave of yours! Even the sweetest pussy isn't worth the lives of my warriors, and there will be many deaths if we oppose the Vampire King!" The scarred man followed suit, rising violently from his seat and yelling, "The Black Moon Pack's warriors won't risk their lives for a human bitch, no matter how good her blood smells!" A split second later, the dark mist swished from the desk toward Alpha Titus and the man with scars, the darkness swallowing them. Before I could realize what was happening or even gasp, a shriek sliced the air. After another two heartbeats, the darkness faded, revealing Ash standing in front of Alpha Titus, who wa

It’s how his mate works, so why should he try to push the man when he clearly has his own principles? Before he could reply though, a knock came at the door. “Your Highness, Lady Magenta is here for the makeover.” Akiro groaned, while Heli smirked at his mate’s reaction. “Come in,” the vampire said. When Akiro saw the variety of make-up kits that their personal make-up artist was carrying, he groaned once again. ### “Shiro,” Akiro greeted his friend, who had entered their room. “How’s my grandparents?”

to taste her. Akira noticed his urge to taste her blood, she could feel it through the slowly tightening grip on her hand. And although she was sick at the sight of him—a vampire, she leaned closer to him. “Stop wasting my blood, vamp. I don't have fucking unlimited blood.” Akira argued and removed his hands from her hand. Her brows slightly arched when the pain started to kick in but she didn't mind it. Her goal was to end this quickly.

Finally, as Namek gazed at her mother, she too ignited. I shuddered at the horrible laughter Namek uttered. With my face, how could she be so malevolent? This memory—what was it? What was the meaning of all this? I turn to face Namek, who is grinning broadly as she looks at me. She, along with all the werewolves and vampires, could see me. Their eyes were hungry and hostile as they gazed at me. “Everyone! Take out the selected one! Every vampire sprang at me with a snarl as Namek clinched his teeth. The sky erupted in a roar of terror and volume. A massive wolf with black fur pounced at me from behind. I whirled around just before the black wolf could successfully attack me. I quickly snatch

I stated firmly as we continued to my mom's home through the forest. The smell of fresh blood tainted the night air and Nikolai stopped and huffed, making me turn around to see what he was seeing. On the forest floor, a wolf lay ripped to shreds. “Marcus?” I gulped. Sighing Nikolai said, “What is left of him. Damn, Cedric is brutal.” “Well Asher can become a red-eyed shadow person, that's pretty scary too,” I commented as we continued walking. “He's a royal vampire and that is his gift. Some of them have wings and fly,” he snickered at my wide eyes.

_____________ "I'm Gremory, the oldest vampire alive in this town and all I want, is blood….I need to survive” Gremory spat, almost choking because of Asher's grip on his neck. "So? Aren't you aware of the law that separates werewolves from vampires and witchcraft?” Asher asked, exuding a powerful aura that seemed to weaken Gremory. "I just need to survive,” Gremory responded, his eyes slowly shutting as he struggled to catch his breath. Asher chuckled dryly before flinging him, causing Gremory to crash into a wooden table. "Why did you mention Manga?” Annatoria interrogated the prey that was struggling to survive.

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.