Moroi Vampire Novels & Stories

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.

Just wait because the mission is about to begin. The names Ruby held were Joe Flack of the Vampire clan, Thea the Sphinx, Gamo the Eastern Dragon, and Doki of the Goblin clan. Meanwhile, Mr. Jordan takes care of influential names such as Mora the Night Witch, Jaquelinn the Ghost, Karina of the Fairy clan, Eramus the Incubus, and Phoenix.

His back is now facing me as I hug Katie even tighter. "Rori?" I tried calling his name, but he straight up ignored me and went towards Tori. "Don't come near her!" I instinctively yelled, and he stopped in his tracks and slowly jerked his head to the side in my direction. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice demanding for an answer. I stared at him, and that is when I noticed his black eyes and an unreadable expression on his face. He did not utter a single word and just froze in his steps. Is it perhaps his counterpart? But he is still decades away from meeting and contracting one. The twins are still so young. They are just forty years old! And a vampire typically meets their counterparts onc

Her heart still yearned for the vampire and it imposed an obvious barrier to her getting home. No! She internally screamed. She did not want to desire the vampire in that way. She should have killed it before it could have killed her. “I need to get out of here.” she murmured. The breeze was drifting faster now and she could feel her body become cold. Her arms hovered over each other for warmth as she continued to walk, for sure that a path would show sooner or later. Be careful Nadia..her inner canine cowered deeper, sensing something sinister. With the scarcity of vampires in the area to tear werewolves a part, there was also a subspecies of wolves called rogues.

Derek said. "....I will do it. But I want to know who I really am and how I became your mate and why you kidnapped me." Veronica said crossing her arms under her chest. "Okay I will tell you. No interruptions. You are the daughter of the former emperor of our clan, who is dead now. Your dad fell in love with your mom, who was human and that fact is forbidden. And worst, they gave birth to you. Because,if a vampire and a human breed together they will produce a blood sucking monster like you. Very strong and powerful. The necklace you are wearing is called an ancient lock.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

Adolph smiled, “Do you know what happened to Morrigan?” “Nothing,” he chuckled. “She was killed by a half-Wiccan vampire,” Adolph said. “She’s dead.” They froze, their eyes widened, “What?” “Whatever… reward and protection you thought you might still have no longer exists as her lands are now *mine*.” Their eyes widened and the woman sat forward. “W-Well, you can’t just kill us. We’re… we’re mercenaries at best! We hold no allegiances to anyone!” “Are we not enemies as your mate suggested?”

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.

“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.

"Morgana was light, love, happiness. Everything she touched was good, imbued with life and vitality, and Lillith had always been jealous of her, consumed by a bitter envy. So when Morgana created the first Vkodlak, the first werewolf, a creature of balance and nature, Lillith thought to create her own version, a dark parody, but her magic was different. Hers was one of blood and death, a raw, destructive force. She used blood magic to turn herself into the first Upir, the first true vampire, needing blood to stay alive, a constant, insatiable hunger. Next, she sought out Morgana's husband, Vladimir, killing him in cold blood and again using blood magic to bring him from the dead as something