Moka Akashiya Vampire Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh escaped my lips, startling her as she was placing the plate onto the small table. "Alistair is a sick fucker who had killed my mother, sold my father and my sister to other vampires and then held me captive, raped me and tortured me for days on end!" I snapped at her, walking close so I was almost face to face with the woman. "Punishment? What does he think he's running, some kind of sick, fuck show? How long have you been his bitch? What does he have against you that you're willing to call him 'Master' and obey him like a sick little puppy?" Akiko blinked her eyes repeatedly. From this close, I could finally see that the dark color of her iris wasn't black or a dark brown, but

The vampire looked at Vlad who gave a short nod from his head as a go ahead before returning his gaze at Hiro. "Marcus, master." "In your next life, choose a better master." Hiro said with a devilishly smile, all his teeth were getting in a shape like a shark's own. "I don't understand." Marcus didn't get to finish his words when one of Hiro hands went through the Vampire's middle, his fingers slightly moved to the left side of the breastbone (sternum) and went in, when his fingers came out, it brought the undead heart of the Vampire and right before Vlad eyes, Marcus turned into ashes which suddenly disappeared.

But he didn't have a chance to react against me as all of the windows and doors were being smashed all at the same time as the wolves were breaking threw them and into the house. We heard some vampires start screaming immediately as the sunlight hit them and they burst into flames and Nick turned around to see Asher's massive black wolf standing at the doorway to the kitchen. But he busted through the wall into the next room to get away from Asher and I threw a fireball at him as he ran away but I missed because he was too fast.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

The demon queen walked majestically and sternly around the dark axis of the black Moore kingdom,with a lonely heart. She might have led the battle which forced the vampires to their knees but her heart still yearned and seek it’s rightful place. “Your highness, prince Ashton’s wails has refused to subside,I think he needs his mother” Rosie a maiden informed Alisha. Rosie is a human girl who was taken captive by the vampires but Alisha rescued her and she became the little prince nanny.

Damn, I thought. She was obviously in a bad mood. The young vampire cringed and transported away. A split-second later, Monica disappeared after him. None of us moved. We'd seen the young ones do this often enough. A split-second later she returned, holding him suspended in the air by his throat. She had gone "hissy face," her teeth longer than normal and her face etched in a monstrous scowl. She brought the vampire down to her mouth and ripped out his throat. Seconds later, young vampire Charles was nothing but ash.

Malrik was on his knees in front of me. Not my Malrik—not the man in tailored suits and controlled silences—but something rawer. Younger. His hair was longer, dark with sweat and blood. His shirt hung open, torn, exposing skin already healing too slowly for a vampire who’d just been wounded this badly. His eyes were gold. Not furious. Not cruel. Broken. “Asa—” he started, then stopped himself, breath hitching. “Zenaida.” The name hit like a physical blow. I staggered back. “No. No, I’m not—”

They were then taking them down more devious paths, as some villains emerged, as Miraculous Woman's enemies and as some of Poison Ivy 's dark enemies emerged, here he was creating some of his own enemies. The only behavior, nothing out of the ordinary, only, they didn't know about some of his friendships, his name was Aka Akimitsu Fukuoka, a vampire and immortal, being one of the oldest men he knew in his life, when they were heading to a private island in Japan.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

The elevator door slid shut before he could recover. She collapsed against the wall, gasping. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Through the closing gap, she saw him standing there. Staring at his hand. Then at her. His eyes glowed green. “Run all you want, mama,” he said. His voice carried through the metal doors like a promise. “I’ll find you.” The elevator sealed shut. Mireya slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She’d just burned a vampire. And now he wasn’t going to let her go.