Moka Vampire Novels & Stories

For the first time, Moldark didn’t appear hesitant or afraid. Burned from the inside... there was only one thing that could make a vampire burn from the inside. “Take me there.” Moldark walked ahead, while Henry and Raphael followed him towards his house. Moldark’s servants lined up along the entrance, dressed in black and bowing their heads.

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.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he made his way over to his desk. "W-Why was s-she out there?" I asked. Master leaned back against the desk so he was almost sitting on it, placing the leash down in the process. "It's a stupid thing that some vampires do when their pet has misbehaved or they decide that they don't want them anymore." My eyes widened

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

Sure they procreate, but it’s meaningless. Wolves were enemies to vampires and it’s stayed that way for years. He hated the grip this little wolf had on him but he needed to get her to safety. What he did..is unforgivable. He drank from her. She was so sweet and supple but almost taking her life crossed the line. His crimson eyes glanced down at her softened face. He was able to take in her symmetrical features much better than before. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath she took but her pulse remained faint. He needed to get her back to her home. They can help her there.

Taking her free hand, I watch Fulton take Sydney off to the other side, where the fire will be to lay their burning sticks down. “Wanna explain?” Merrick asks as we lean down with our fire. “Dude, apparently a vampire thing just happened to me. It only happens to vampires. What are the chances that Mom or Dad or even both aren’t actually my parents?” I blurt out. I trust Merrick with my life; I know for a fact he will help me no matter what life throws our way.

An annoying trait unless you’re the one threatening them. “You know why I’m here, Megara. And it would be better for both of us if we stopped pretending otherwise.” I reach for her cup and take a sip. The metallic tang of blood hits my tongue, and I spit it back into the glass. “Damn vampires,” I mutter. “A person with taste would at least mix in a splash of scotch. Or vodka.” “You hate vodka,” she says, rolling her eyes before placing a hand over her chest in a mock swoon. “Oh, you remember. I’m touched.”

"Your Warlord’s reign ends here. Lord Malakor, if you please. Bring me the Alpha." ​The towering Vampire Lord, Malakor, stepped forward. He drew a jagged, serrated greatsword, his crimson eyes locking onto me. ​I tried to push Elara behind me, trying to stand, but she gripped my wet shirt. Her violet eyes were wide, panicked, and entirely unfocused. She wasn't looking at the vampires. She was looking inward.