Moroi Vampire Novels & Stories

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

movement, a man who believed biology was a flaw to be corrected. On the right drifted Morrigan. She was a Blood Witch, draped in layers of tattered red silk that seemed to move independently of the wind. She was barefoot on the rusted metal, yet her feet left no sound. Her face was hidden behind a veil of black lace, but Ethan could feel her gaze—it felt like spiders crawling on his skin. And in the center walked Volkov. The Lycan.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

Michael asked, full of doubt. "Reread it; maybe there will be other information." Jake pointed at the device Emma held. Emma continued reading. "Vampires have their types and levels." Emma looked again at her two colleagues, who asked her to continue reading. "The first is Origin, a vampire of pure blood descent. This type of vampire is a vampire born from a vampire marriage. The speciality of origin vampires is their physical strength, like werewolves and yeti. The difference is that original vampires are stronger than werewolves, but werewolves have more senses and speed. It's different from Yetti, who is stronger than a vampire but stupider and slower," said Emma, reading with a strange f

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

They were capricious, motivated by their own agendas, their own cravings. "I am uncertain about everything," Amora responded, speaking quietly yet confidently. "However, we are left with no alternative." Deven remained silent, but the discomfort in his quiet spoke loudly. A tall and imposing figure with pale skin emerged at the edge of the clearing, as the wind blew through the trees, his presence noticeable. Amora quickly identified him - Nikolai, the vampire chief who had originally proposed an alliance to her. He moved with a smoothness that seemed almost too perfect as he approached, accompanied by two other vampires whose emotions were impossible to discern.

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

Using his speed, he closed the distance between him and the vampire and grabbed the Vampire by his neck, slamming him on the dumpster behind him. As Lumiére slammed the Vampire onto the dumpster, a loud clang echoed through the silent street. The Vampire struggled to free himself, but Lumiére had a tight grip on his neck, refusing to let go. The Vampire's eyes glowed red with fury as he hissed at Lumiére, attempting to bite him with his sharp fangs. Lumiére's strength was too much for the Vampire to handle. With a quick twist of his wrist, Lumiére snapped the Vampire's neck, causing it to go limp in his hand. The lifeless body of the Vampire fell to the ground with a thud.

The only fast way was simply to swim considering this side of the beach was deserted with no speed boats in sight. "Going for a swim?" a male voice asked with an Irish accent. Kim spun around heel in head ready to take him. The man regarded her coolly. He had reddish brown hair falling to his shoulders and he stood perfectly still in a black suit. He looked to be in his twenties, maybe older with scruff covering his chin and cheeks. After a second of analyzing him, Kim knew without a doubt he was a vampire. No human could have snuck up on her so easily.

The Vampire shrugged his thin shoulders and glided into the room. "Howling Warriors had two visitors of note today, one vampire hybrid and an elemental wolf." 'Aah my son has arrived,' Santos thought gleefully, knowing that the Elemental would be Mikhail, so he asked instead, "Does the hybrid have a name or position scout?" Pinning the vampire with his stern countenance. "I'm afraid so sir, it's Morgana Mannering, one of the vampire assassins, more commonly known as The seductress."