Moka Vampire Novels & Stories

"Then let us make the dream look pale in comparison. I want to fuck you until you forget everything but my cock inside you." I swooned internally. OMG! I had no idea that the Vampire Lord had such a dirty mouth. Always acting all prim and proper. He leaned down and kissed me hungrily. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of the wine we had just shared and something uniquely dark and addictive. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. I sucked on his tongue, moaning softly as our lips moved together, wet and urgent.

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

This man, the Daftmonk from India, was malnourished and sickly in appearance, complete with rough and tanned skin. Someone at the other table let out a low chuckle. He was dressed in a tuxedo and held a glass of blood-red wine in his hand. “Moloch, why didn’t you seek revenge on this guy earlier? Why must you choose to face him today? If everyone died here today, we wouldn’t have the chance to explore the God’s Tomb.” “Vampyre, cut the nonsense!” Moloch and Vampyre’s groups didn’t seem to get along very well. Someone in Moloch’s group retaliated right away.

Rosa asked. Jack shook his head. "To a man-made poison? Sure but, one laced with magic or under supernatural circumstances, it's possible. The Makkari is a royalty, immortal but, that doesn't make them indestructible." Jack twists the cap of the vial and pour the contents onto his tongue. Rosa felt nauseous while Ayara stared at her intently. Jack growled for a while and his eyes were closed when he does it. In split seconds, his eyes open and it flickers from the color blue and red. A slit took over his eyes and his face turns into an angry vampire but this time, his features are much more monstrous-like.

His elongated canines caressed her pulsating neck. He pushed her to the bed before crawling on top of her. The vampire leaned to her neck and she could feel his canines were grazing her skin. Mira hissed when his canines sunk into her skin, but she quickly regained her calmness. As much as she hated the pain, her monster loved the pain because such pain fueled her monster more. Instead of pushing him away which could probably result in her neck getting ripped off, Mira leaned her head to the other side to give him better access. The smell of metallic rose into the room which made him even hungrier for her blood.

The only thing she couldn't get from him was their exact location and the reason behind their constant attack. "I actually have no idea where he is. He was here not too long," Draco told Kira, wondering where he could have disappeared to. "If that's the case then I'm sure he'll be back soon. Let's begin," she announced as everyone took their seat. "We were finally able to get a name from that bastard and apparently, those monsters are called vampires. We also found out they're aim is to slowly annihilate every werewolves in existence which means they must really hate our guts. Why they hate us so much and are after us, is what we still don't know," Kira announced to the pack elders, includin

Elio said and gave a small bow. “Are they…?” Johnathan began to say as Elio pulled out a chair for Marlo. “Vampires?” I laughed, “Elio and Basil are vampires, Marlo’s a witch and Tank’s a wolf.” “Would you guys like something to drink?” Link asked as he stood up. “Coffee for me and Tank,” Marlo said. “We brought our own,” Elio said and smiled as Basil produced two blood bags. “Yes I know it seems odd that the vampire hunter has vampire friends,” Basil said with a grin.

“But the Lydo I know won’t think of killing me.” “No Zuka, that Lydo is dead!” Zuka tilted backward on his heel. “Don’t hate me for your death.” Vampire possesses a fit of rage known as ‘vampiric rage’ – that is way beyond ‘wolf rage.’ Vampires’ anger can be triggered in many ways and the result is the destruction of the person that triggered it. No one wants to piss off a vampire. Pissing off a dead vampire is no way to go either.

Hatred, it seemed, had grown roots in every heart. A muted murmur of voices reached her through the mist—low, cautious tones threaded with the authority of command. Ahead loomed a half-hidden doorway in a derelict warehouse, its frame smeared with layers of gang tags and faded posters. Odessa crouched in a gap between a rusted dumpster and a metal shutter, her breath steady as she pinned her ears to the humid air. Through the door came the measured voice of Maverick, the vampire envoy whose reputation for elegance and cunning was matched only by the secret ache in his dark eyes. Opposite him spoke another voice, rich and deliberate, hinting at leadership among the neko ranks—though Odessa di

Vanessa smirked as she saw those four vampires fight amongst each other. Alexander was monitoring Becca and his surroundings carefully when a two-hundred-year-old vampire named Benedict appeared in front of him. “Ugh, not you,” Alexander groaned as Benedict has always managed to piss him off just with his annoying face while the words that spilled out of his mouth were even more annoying.