Moka Vampire Novels & Stories

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

"The Vampires aren't moving like an army. They’re moving like a plague. They’ve bypassed the traditional mountain passes and are using the 'Shadow Roads'—tunnels that haven't been opened since the First Age." Lady Morana stood at the head of the table, her face grimmer than usual. "They seek the Origin Flame. The Vampire King, Malphas, believes that if he consumes the blood of a True White Wolf, he can walk in the sun. He wants to end the age of the Moon and bring about a thousand years of dusk."

He turned around and heard a man behind him say, "Aric." As Aric turned around, he caught a glimpse of Moric, an old acquaintance of his father's who had recently taken up the practice of buying young teenage blood slaves and draining them empty in the span of fewer than 24 hours. "Moric," Aric responded to the older vampire, extending his hand to shake, "how have you been?" Aric's grin was forced as he asked the question. In response, Moric tugged on the leash of his new pet humans while saying, "Well, my boy." "Before I make my next purchase, I wanted to hear your thoughts on my most recent acquisition."

I wanted to find Geo and confer with him before I took action. Lord Moken raced past me as he chased down a soldier whose weapon malfunctioned. I watched as the vampire’s powerful fangs tore the soldier into pieces. It was far more violence than was needed to take a human down, but I said nothing. Emotions ran high as troops watched lifelong friends be vanquished before their very eyes. Lord Moken was a kindly soul whose buttons of tolerance were pushed too much. Right or wrong, if viciously dissecting his opponent was what he needed to help release his pain, then, so be it.

At that, the vampire stepped forward, bending at the waist as he said, "Allow me to introduce myself, Alpha Luna of the Moon Touched pack; I am Bob, a vampire of the Bleeding Heart clan. I have asked to be part of your wolf pack as I can no longer live the life expected of me by the one who made me." As Katia listened to the vampire introduce himself, she wondered why he could not live as the one who made him expected, and what he meant by made him. But what came out of her mouth was not any of those questions. Katia blurted, "Bob? You are a vampire, Bob?" she giggled and continued, "I thought vampires had cool names like Drago and Alucard. "

The famished vampire enquired looking down at Mauve. "I'm sorry my Lord, but worry not! We will at the soonest time have the book." Mauve elucidated, almost hiding her fear to convince the predator that was ready to tear her into pieces. "The so-called MOON CRAWLER is strictly under my spell, history will repeat itself, my Lord!" She continued to elucidate with a cautelous smile disclosing her wily nature that for an inexplicable reason infused a peal of hollow laughter from the vampire. "Daughter of the Aclina?" He asked whilst pacing with delight back and forth, his eyes carefully trained on hers.

Whoever this female was, she might have waited long for Moana to take birth, but too bad, she was already a vampire now, and her blood wouldn’t give her any power. Hold on!! Didn’t she already sense Moana as a hybrid? If yes, then why did she still try to kill Moana? Or she harmed Moana in the beginning, and then she realized, 'Oh, no! This girl was of no use to me.’ "Your thoughts are giving me a headache, Alaric," Vlad commented, rubbing his head with his finger. He could read minds.

“Ceprimora are the ones created through being turned. They can only come out at night and again they don’t kill to feed; they just feed enough to stay strong and then let the victims go.” Neither of the vampires Alaric described seemed like that guy she met, so she deduces he must be the other one; a Montalia? Monventous? Mon-something, she thinks. “Then there’s Monventla, which is what that guy was. Monventla were once Morgelantous, only they’ve killed someone. Most vampires don’t kill, they just feed and let the victim go, but Monventla are the devil's work. They get pleasure from killing people. They’re full, they don’t need the extra blood to survive; they kill for fun. That’s what your

The Vampire wished to see me? I quickly skipped to her side, "Um, excuse me," I began in a soft voice, "The vampire? What is he like?" She chuckled, "oh, he is mysterious, almost dark and ominous. he loves to play games." I gulped loudly, she chuckled again. "Don't be frighten, miss. I'm sure your meeting will go well." Don't be frightened.easy for her to say. She halted at the door and knocked twice.