Moroi Vampires Novels & Stories

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.

Hello everyone! Welcome to this Vampire story. It has werewolves and Witches too but the main lead is a vampire so everything revolves around him. The world background I attempted I hope you will like. It is a slow-burn book and gore .. Also it has explicit scenes I don't recommend under age. ★Excerpt★ She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together." ''Darling why your lips were swollen , Did anything bite your lip?" Smirking Majesty held her close ...

Because he had his feuds only with the vampires, and he was well aware of their existence. In the meantime, the dark sky gave chilly winds, and an ominous aura had spread throughout the woods. The thunder roared in the sky all of a sudden, the clouds covering the moon completely. The portal between the vampire world and the human world opened up in the Bellmor jungle, and a caramel-haired man stepped into the human world with an evil smirk plastered on his face. All the animals in the Bellmor jungle started to run away from him, sensing his strong presence. “I am here to acquire the potion myself since my dear brother seems to have gone astray,” mumbled Phil Insworthe.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

The vampires then took that chance to eliminate each werewolf. "Vermont...You'll gonna pay for this." Morris said and attack Lord Vermont using his sharp canines. Morris's canines dug into Lord Vermont's left arm. But Lord Vermont didn't care about it. Instead, he made eye contact with Morris. Morris then began also to whimper. He was also inflicted with pain. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

Helia looked unfazed by outburst as she continued to watch the scene before us. “Vampires are the only creatures that stop aging. The rest us age at a human rate until about age twenty and then it slows. The reason I live so long is because I am a crone and a crone cannot die until she names her successor, which I have not.” Her explanation was so simple yet complex at the same time. I was going to ask why she wouldn’t name her replacement but Arc’s roaring voice stopped me. “NO! We must attack now before Erebus illegally uses the portal again and transports more turned humans here!” Arc shouted pacing in front of the throne. Celeste regarded him coolly.

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.

Morgana, her eyes glowing with a magical intensity, added, "The witches stand ready to bolster our defenses. We've enchanted the perimeter with protective wards and established mystical barriers. Any vampire that dares to approach will face the full force of our combined powers." Alpha Jake acknowledged their efforts, "I appreciate the dedication and unity among us. Now, let's discuss strategies. Morgana, do you have any insights into the vampires' tactics or weaknesses that we can exploit?" Morgana, a wise and experienced leader, replied, "The vampires are cunning, and their leader, Simon Howell, is a formidable adversary. However, they are not immune to the elemental forces we can harness.

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