Moroi Vampires Novels & Stories

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.

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 ...

Riley shivers. "Answer my question," I say simply. He coughs. "There is no one else," "You'd better reach for your gun." "Pardon?" "You are going to die now. I assume you prefer to die fighting.," "Miss Perne--" "I am five thousand years old." He blinks. "What?" I give him my full, uncloaked gaze, which I have used in the past--alone--to kill. "I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off."

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.

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

Vorlyk's power flared, making his hair ruffle like there was a windstorm in the room. The other vampire didn't take his eyes from Vorlyk and he spoke without anger. "I ask that you hear me out. You cannot defeat the number of vampires against you. I am here to help." "Who is he?" Nicolas asked his liege while keeping his eyes on the new vampire. Disgust dripped from Vorlyk's mouth. "This is Morris, or as he was known in Europe, The Moor."

The Strigoi are sworn enemies of Moroi and Dhampir vampires; they cannot be friends even if they want to. The rules of Moroi vampires and Dhampir vampires are very strict, which every vampire, royal and non-royal, has to follow. Anyone who breaks these rules twice will be forcibly turned into a Strigoi and would be thrown out of the vampire community. In order to take revenge for this, the Strigoi created a separate coven in Saintmau, which is led by their Strigoi Ace Christ Morton. He is the first royal Moroi vampire forcefully converted into Strigoi and started training the newly arrived Strigoi against the Dark Shadow Coven and Blood Moon Coven. Strigoi tru