Moka Vampire Novels & Stories

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?

All of which led to Cade. “Despite his uncanny resemblance to Marius” she continued, a bored tone to her voice. “He is not of his line, however, we do have someone who is.” A slow, cruel, smile curved her blood red lips. Marius, I concluded, was the original vampire, Andromeda’s lover. At least now I had a name to tell Cade if I ever got out of here. She continued to walk further into the room, her eyes taking it in and she seemed satisfied.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

I guess time could heal but this wound won't. In case you were wondering, the Volkari's were a coven of very ancient and elite vampires. They were nothing but blood thirsty parasites if you asked me and are the mortal enemies of us werewolves. What made them so dangerous was that they had thousands of armies and they were presumably spread out to every corner of the world with one sole motive, to cause destruction wherever they went. Vampires in the Volkari pack were evil and every pack knew better than to draw their attention. I brushed those thoughts out of my mind as I slammed the door of my black Rolls Royce as I reached my intended destination. I had arrived at Coffee bay, the best café

Vorlyk's power flared, making his hair ruffle like there was a windstorm in the room. The other vampire didn't take his eyes from Vorlyk and he spoke without anger. "I ask that you hear me out. You cannot defeat the number of vampires against you. I am here to help." "Who is he?" Nicolas asked his liege while keeping his eyes on the new vampire. Disgust dripped from Vorlyk's mouth. "This is Morris, or as he was known in Europe, The Moor."

Jake said as they all turned to look at him. " what. " he asked. " really. " Elijah said. " yes. I really did enjoy his cupcakes, instead of water he uses blood and you should have tasted his vampire chocolate treats, Delish. " Jake said as some of the primordials shook their head at him. " the baker is not important. The murderers are. " Vince said and when Jake opened his mouth to complain, Vince shot him a look that made Jake shut his mouth but he was still grumbling, like a child just reprimanded by his father.

- But I heard that vampires are powerful. I'm afraid he will escape and find me. You don't see how scary his eyes are when he looks at me. Perhaps he was very angry when he found out that I was impersonating the little mistress. – The girl continued to cry. - There's no way to escape. Every hour or so we'll throw garlic water at him. New wounds will pile up on old wounds. He won't have the strength to break the chains. Let's go inside, don't talk about this anymore from now on. – The butler sternly reassured the maid.

Five male vampires were seated on the left wing of the table while four male vampires and one female vampire were seated on the other wing. They were even surprised to see her in such a state, looking haggard and frustrated. "Bring her here." Mosco ordered. His seat was the first to be seen from where their head seat was. The drudge vampire leaped towards her and brought her to him. The drudge vampires were special servants made and specifically owned by the grand elders of Volturi. These are the strongest vampires of the coven. The vampire left to bury her mate with a few of her kind after narrating everything in detail.

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.