Moroi Vampire Novels & Stories

"That human, my dear brethren, is no ordinary mortal. They are the embodiment of the Crimson Witch, an accursed reincarnation from the treacherous Vampyr clan. A plague that has stripped us of our rightful lands and torn you away from your very own bloodline! Do not let the weight of our shared history fade into oblivion!" The revelation of Moira's long-held secret sent shockwaves rippling through the entire tent, leaving its inhabitants reeling with disbelief. They had been oblivious to the fact that they had been providing shelter and protection to the reincarnation of a being who had once conspired with the notorious Vampyr clan, a dark alliance that had brought their pack to the very bri

I ask. He nods. “The blood ritual. He wanted to try it out on someone first, in case it killed them, so he used me and Morana. As you can see, it took with me. I woke immediately, but Morana didn't. We thought for a long time that he had killed her. She was out for days. When she woke, she was a vampire. She had the hybrid abilities, same as me. No aversion to the sun and could shift when she wanted but she was still not a wolf. She is just a vampire, I guess. To be honest, we aren't really sure what to define her as.”

Alpha Dan nods, "We haven't yet burned the bodies. Do you need me to call the doctor of the pack?" Some packs that still live in Middle Ages insist on burning the bodies of the werewolves that vampires have killed. Remote packs even think that a werewolf that is bitten and drained of his or her blood by a vampire will rise the third night after he or she died and turn into a moroi or moroacă. You wonder what a moroi is? It is a different type of vampire, and depending on the region of Romania, some might say a moroi is even a type of a ghost or a phantom.

I could see two small puncture wounds beside his collarbone and already knew where this was going. Though Moroi could eat and drink normal food like any human or Dhampir, they still needed blood to live off of. However, unlike the Strigoi, they didn't kill those they fed on. Even a little blood could hold them over for longer periods of time. It wasn't usually that hard for the Moroi to come across an ample supply. While they could use compulsion to sway passersby to allow them to feed and wipe their memories of any recollection of it, many humans flocked to villages and kingdoms such as ours to offer their blood willingly.

Although I had to admit, I'd never encountered Moroi around our age in this bar. In this world, there were three kinds that belonged to the supernatural worlds. Things that only existed in fantasy and nightmares. Three kinds of vampires. There was the almost hopeless kind, the Moroi. They were one of the two blood drinking types and they were the ones treated like royalty. It was the Moroi that ruled the vampire community and they were the only ones that possessed magic. Well, there was one exception but I'll go into that later. There were five elements a Moroi could specialise in, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water and Spirit. The last one was an odd one, only rediscovered a century ago. Spirit had d

Vampires started coming down the walls with gritted teeth and flashing eyes and the people who by now knew what they were about panicked. Suddenly a voice sounded through the music "Shut up and stay in your seats! Then a figure jumped from above an iron bar with the grace of a feline to the ground. Slowly Soraia rose majestically with her claws and fangs exposed and her now vampire eyes gleaming thirstily. Phrases like -I attended her funeral. God, how is this possible? But what is she? The wolves stared incredulously through the windows; after all, few of them knew Soraia's real condition.

After generations of Vampire to the present time Vampire was no longer afraid of the sun, they could also walk during the day, but the operating time was mostly night. Phoebe Robert Vampire is a hybrid of man and Vampire, her mother was human because of her love for her father and she was born. Born at a time when Vampire is disregarded, even if it is a hybrid Vampire, the characteristics of a Vampire are still very clear and no different from purebreds.

“How could a werewolf turn into a lycan?” Vincent’s mouth curled in a humorless smile. His eyes stayed locked on her face, reading every twitch of her expression. “The Morrows,” he said simply. “That family has a lot of secrets.” The instant the name left his mouth, Olinda froze. Her eyes widened a fraction, her body going still as if the sound of the word had stopped her heart for a second. A bird somewhere above them took flight, the sudden flap of wings loud in the tense silence.

As they strategized, a scout rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. "They're coming," the scout painted. "The vampires are coming, and they have some kind of dark magic with them. I saw them walking in daylight." Marinetta's heart sank. "Daylight? How is that possible?" Harley clenched his fists. "Morgana. She must have found a way to break the curse. We need to be on high alert. This changes everything." --- Meanwhile, Morgana and Draven gathered their forces, preparing for a full-scale assault on the werewolves. With the dark entity's power, they could move freely in daylight, giving them a significant advantage.