Moroi Vampire Novels & Stories

Marquis assured me. Marquis' voice was so familiar to me. I couldn't place it. I've never met a werecat before. I leaned into the crook of his neck as I climbed onto his back. I got a whif of his scent but came out dry to my memory. "Have we met?" I asked softly.'That's him! I recognize his scent... He's younger then when we first met him,' Moro told me. Glad to see Moro came running back. Looks like he sensed I wasn't dying quite yet. I'll scold him for leaving me later. I could feel Moro was tense now. I felt tense. I wasn't sure if I could trust them, now. "You're the vampire," I muttered softly. "Are- you a vampire?" Moro, you dummy. How can he be the vampire I met? He's a werecat.

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck

he said as he stroked his younger brother's head and stared at his face. "And during those times, Darenn's mother arrived; aunt Rose was already pregnant when she showed up. She didn't want to remain here and disliked my father. She's the first mortal brought here by our father," he said, and I looked at sir Darenn. Does that mean sir Darenn is half-human and half-vampire? "And we only spent three months with her, but within those three months, we felt the love of a mother from her; it was only a short time, but we were so happy during those days," he said, creasing my brow.

Vlad's, I'm going to give you a little crash-course on all things supernatural – well, at least for the species represented here and those we have to fear. Moroi, commonly known as the living vampire, can walk in the sun, though it does sting. They have a long list of abilities: superhuman senses, agility, speed, quick to heal, perfect night vision, and most control an elemental magic – including the magic of the spirit. Some Moroi have the bat shapeshifting ability that vampires are known for while others can simply fly wherever, some don't have either gift. Their bite is euphoric for all except the lycanthrope and the True Hybrid. The Moroi have a royal system, complete with royal families

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

He gulps from time to time, and he can't help but clench his hands into fists as he falls into a dilemma of choosing whether to go back with her or continue his goal of leaving her. 'I can do this. I can leave this place without her escorting me out. I'm not some weakling. No. I won't be a weakling forever.' Morgan breathes deep once again, gathering his buried courage for good. He is about to sprint towards the households when he spots something in a near distance— pairs of radiant red eyes glaring at him with immense greed. It makes him come to a stop in an instant, and as a second passes, three more vampires show up in front of him. They don't waste time and charge on him straightway.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

"No, I do not. I probably shouldn't relay this, however, our numbers are not as many as you'd think. The creation of vampires is not an easy process, even with humans. It's almost impossible with Lycans. So if I were to return to your initial question, yes, in a sense, we are very much aware of each other. And when it comes to this territory, I should know all who trespass. Those visiting are supposed to declare themselves before the council for the region." "And I take it this vamp didn't?" "No. I also don't know why he was in those woods and why he was hunting you, although I do have my suspicions. I'm just surprised Morpheus would be so clumsy in his choice of hunters." "Who's Morpheus?"

Their cries echoed with the voices of those they had consumed, a cacophony of pain recycled into terror. And descending with them, at the eye of this cosmic storm, Morvani. A nightmare given form. Half bone, half smoke. Crowned with antlers carved from moonless night, his body a tapestry of suffering and silence. His teeth were not for hunger, they were for finality. They swallowed fire, digested light, and spat back a cold that stole even memory. He had no heart. Only hunger. Elara stood atop Kaer Nyx’s central spire, the tallest point of the city, her form lit like a beacon. Her cloak was ash, her skin laced with blood, but her spine remained iron. Her eyes were flame incarnate, glowing, r

Lindsay said to Viktor. “It is a term used most commonly to describe a vampire, but also a werewolf that walks in the day. The stories of a day-walking werewolf were what I was told as a child,” Viktor told her. “The stories I was told about morozko were of him as a frost demon. They all gave his description differently from what appeared, but I have little doubt that is what it was.” “Well, that gives me more names for things,” Wren said. “Is there anything else either of you would like to know? If we are through, I would like to finish the report I was working on,” Viktor said politely.