Moka Akashiya Vampire Novels & Stories

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

It had to be. Words would never be enough to describe how relieved I felt that Ferrara wasn't the killer responsible for the death of my pack, which shouldn't be. If he wasn't the one who took them out, who did? How could there be another vampire as powerful as the vampire king? It wasn't making any sense. “She described him as a high-profiled figure from the Vampire Academy. He's got pitch black, soulless eyes and a deadly smirk.” The dizziness intensified. “What?” I snapped, gripping the phone so hard, it almost broke. “Pitch black eyes? You're sure?”

Torvar blurted on my face, seething in anger, " You are so desperate to save your dear pack member, aren't you? Fine! Come with me, Ashina! Tomorrow, the annual party of the Mafias, you will represent yourself as the slave of Red Moon Wolves. Tell me, do you agree? Not Luna or mate but a sex slave of Torvar Kessler! Do you still want to save her now?"

He seriously doubted that I would be safe if I ran into Frank. Nevi knew of only one clan of vampires who mastered this type of cruel transforming. The clan resided in a remote area of China near Motuo. Nika—the vampire who turned Frank—had been traveling. She’d laughingly explained to Nevi before he beheaded her that she had simply longed to see the world. Nevi wondered how many orphaned vampires she’d left in the wake of her tour.

"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.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

“Why didn’t he come today, though? Do you know anything?” He shook his head in denial. “Even I have the same question,” he mumbled, wondering about Alisha who got killed. Of course, he saw the vampire mark, and he knew it was against the rules of the vampires to hunt humans after a war among all kinds of mythological creatures took place 500 years ago. Why did he kill a human when it was against the peace treaty? he thought.

"You seem to be knowledgeable about things. For a normal human to calmly confront a vampire like this, you must be someone who has a collection of journals in her room to secretly learn about non-human creatures. And you must have already encountered one in the past that triggered your crazy obsession." Her forehead creased. "How did you know that?" "It was a guess." She was surprised. He wasn't only sharp but he could see through people without a sweat. "So it's really true? That you are a vampire?" Without him answering her verbally, he looked at him and his eyes that were sea-green turned to bright red. "A pureblooded vampire," she blurted. She had read that the pureblooded vampires had t

“Let the old power return through you. Let the forgotten rise.” Then everything went white. And Ava screamed. She came back to herself as her body convulsed, energy roaring through her. Her bones shifted, cracking, rearranging. Her veins burned with violet fire. Her eyes flared gold, then deep red, then gold again. She was both vampire and something more—something unspoken. Across from her, Achi’s body pulsed with silvery light. His muscles stretched, his limbs snapping into new form. Fur rippled across his skin but didn’t fully consume him—he wasn’t just turning into a wolf.

I I attended, yet disabled, when Vidar if transformed and changed as if he was if transforming in your Wolf. Only what in turn in to grow It is by the sprout, your body shrunk and changed until be one man completely different at my front. And not just any man. Azazel Mortar. C to Chapter O Kyle Azazel Mortar was one of the greatest vampires I had seen in my life. He he had long hair black It is one beard good shaved. His red eyes were darker than Vidar's or the girl's, piercing my soul, telling me he was a powerful pureblood.