Moka Vampire Rosario Novels & Stories

“Who’s that? What the fuck do you want?” I nodded to Marco, who ripped the blindfold off, Ryan’s eyes blinking, wide with terror as they locked on me. “Moretti?” he gasped, his body trembling, his voice breaking. “Why am I here? What do you want?” I smirked, my hands flexing, my Glock resting on a metal table beside knives, pliers, and a baton. “Scared?” I asked, my voice low, mocking. “Not your first time in a mafia’s lair, is it, cousin of Viktor Salazar? Well, I brought you here to teach you—and him—a lesson. You fucked with the wrong man, Ryan. You touched my butterfly.”

Rose was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden she started to feel hot. She felt something wet on her neck. Rose opened her eyes slowly and saw her mates. But that was not what shocked her. Her mates, Zachariah and Vladimir, were sucking and biting her neck. What I am? A chocolate? Rose thought in her mind. "Mmm" A moan escaped her lips as they bite on her skin softly, before sucking over the area, making sure to let her know how much skilful tongue they have.

❦ Rosalind ❦ I awoke cradled in a warm cocoon. I almost didn’t want to open my eyes, to preserve the homely feel of the musky-scented pillow under my head. Then the memories rushed in. The restaurant. My ignorant walk into danger. Viktor. Shooting up with a gasp, my head struck a hard edge, and a curse sputtered from above. “Cazzo!” came a growl. I looked up to see Viktor rubbing his chin with a glare as I scrambled away from him. “What the hell?”

"According to them, the Oracle met Alpha Marcus." "Why all of sudden?" "That's what I'm thinking too, My Lord. So I ordered them to investigate more on this matter and have us inform right away if they find out anything." "Good. You may go now." Lord Vermont is a pure vampire from the Roscka Ancestry of Fall City. He was known for being a merciless, dangerous, and heartless kind of vampire. He's been ruling the entire Fall City for decades. Roscka and Ruvia were said to be rivals in the Human Realm due to mafia affairs and in the Demon Realm.

Vincent smiled with his eyes narrowing a little. "Well, I figured you two are getting along well so I was wondering." "Yes, we two are very similar. We often like the same things. I guess it runs through the blood," Vincent mused, sipping on his tea. There was underlying meaning in his words that Melrose failed to decipher. Though Reed threatened him last night, Vincent wasn't willing to give in. If he had to face the elders of their kind who were the law enforcers in vampire society, he would fight for what he wanted.

Rosalie pov “He's a vampire jauna,i know what I'm saying” pacing around, my room with a bottle of mountain dew, " i know what i am saying” she seats down saying nothing , just smirking at me, “ it's just one day and you are already worked up, calm down’ ‘'now tell me, what did he do”

“I wish I found out a different way. But I’m not going to judge anybody.” “That’s so good to hear,” she said with a kind smile, warming my heart. Then she sighed and her hand reached up and touched the mark on the back of her shoulder. “You were one too, weren’t you?” I asked, eyeing her carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment as if she was watching the memory flash through her eyes. Then, she nodded. “His name was Miguel,” she said slowly. “He was a rogue.” I gasped loudly. “You were a blood slave to a vampire rogue?!” I asked.

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.

Who ever gave them the right to do that? Squeezing the trigger, the old man fired, he blinked. The male stood next to him on the balcony. Below, the woman stared up at them, her beautiful black hair waving in the wind. The vampire ripped the shotgun from his hand. “What are you doing?” the vampire growled. “It’s a crime to kill vampires without just cause.”

He muttered lowly making Ricardo gulp. The good news is that she is alive, but the bad news is that Volkov has understood Romero's weakness by that one possessive embrace. He was no fool. "Get some men in Italy, Ricardo. It's time to hunt the lion down." The Russian mafia leader growled dangerously poking the burning cigar on Valentine's face in the picture. *** Crystal