Moka Vampire Novels & Stories

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Even Kyrian cannot reject my control, and you do it with ease, as if I were not your creator at all. The vampire drained his glass and put it on the table. “Okay, enough talk,” Vragenn stood up and approached the girl. Taking the glass from her trembling hands, he drained it in one gulp and threw the vessel over his shoulder. Ira flinched at the sound of breaking glass. “I’ll offer you this,” the Lord looked down at the girl. Fingers pushed back unruly strands, stroking the girl’s sloping shoulder. The Lord's hand slid down, outlining Ira's silhouette.

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 maids near sigh in relief at the scene. With a burst of maniac laughter, Isabella look into her so-called father's eyes and ran her fingers through her silky hair, and said softly; "A CHILD must never kill his FATHER, remember" emphasizing the word child and father then she stood up, and straightened her red gown and trotted away in her heals. After confirming that she is gone, some maid instantly helped Owen up and by this time, his wound has nearly healed. ***** In a large meeting hall, five vampires that hold Country B sat around the long conference table, the expression on their faces was emotionless and their presence make the waitress serving them shivered in fear even though she h

"Your greatest mistake was ever falling in love with this monster. A thousand of your pack people can come but they won't still be able to stop this from happening." As the vampires started pulling Adrian toward the electrocution chair, I couldn't hold back a guttural scream. "No! Stop! Please, don't do this!" I cried out, but nobody cared to listen to me. The room was silent and dark at first, but then the lights came on, only that it wasn't the light but a strange machine that made sparks fly. Adrian's screams made my ears and eyes bleed. I desperately reached out to Adrian, hoping he could save himself. But it was too late. Electricity shot through his body, causing him to jerk and convul

"My name is Jamila Issack. I am the head of the vampire clans of Middle East. We aren't many there as we are killed when spotted and when my old time friend called me and told me that she has a way on which we can level up and eliminate our enemies, I had to come and see for myself. You are the first solver wolf I have seen. They are usually a myth and seeing one up close is a blessing," she said and I loathed her too. "Fuck the both of you," I said as I wished that I was not in pain and had my normal powers. "Oh, no. You are the one that's fucked," Mara said with a creepy smile.

“Bring Maika to me. No guards. No titles. Just her and I. If she remembers everything… I owe her the truth.” Marcus nodded and turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, Valus whispered into the empty hall: “You are not just Maika… you were Aster. And you bore the child of two bloodlines never meant to cross. Gods help us all.” The moonlight spilled gently over the ancient library nestled deep within the heart of the vampire kingdom. Its scent was a mix of old parchment, ink, and something faintly floral—perhaps the lavender oil still used to preserve some of the oldest scrolls. Maika stood before a towering bookshelf, her fingers trembling as they hovered above an aged leather-bound jo

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

She sighed in relief even though she was shocked at the discovery of the king being her saviour. Suddenly she looked up at the maid who was filling the glass of water for her, "But why am I feeling so much pain? Her whole body is hurting." The maid sighed forwarding the glass towards the omega before answering. "It's an aftereffect of vampire wine, the wine is specifically made for vampires, and even vampires like me, lowly ranked can't handle it, then why do you a werewolf think that you can handle it." This silenced Zinnia, she didn't ask another question and grabbed the glass before chugging on the water like she had been thirsty for years.