Moroi Vampires Novels & Stories

“Yes and no. There are three types of vampires, Olivia: Ceprimora, Morgelantous, and Monventla.” She nods. “What’s the difference?” “Let’s start with Morgelantous. These vampires are born. If a mortal woman conceives with a vampire, the baby will always be a Morgelantous. They can go out in the light and they don’t need blood; so many live just like you.” She nods, so the ones who do wander around during the day are not bad. “Ceprimora are the ones created through being turned. They can only come out at night and again they don’t kill to feed; they just feed enough to stay strong and then let the victims go.”

The tears never seemed to stop rolling as they chained our hands and feet together before pulling us like goats to their destination. Children wailed,lads and lasses shivered in fear but I wasn’t scared. My only source of living,my reason for being on Earth was dead and there’s nothing I could do. We’ve heard several myths about the vampires but experiencing it was different,I awful…..the ladies who tried to fight back were either sucked to death or raped brutally. Even my neighbor Molly was raped to death,it still brought shiver to me but…… I’ve got to be strong if I want to get out of here alive.

“What do you mean?” “A vampire can’t go against the one who sired them. At least, that’s the theory.” Morgan nodded. “Correct. I wouldn’t be able to attack Oran.” “Can Auri?” Hector asked him and looked between my grandpa and my mother. “Why would she not? She’s not a vampire.” Týr was looking between them as well. Zeke sighed. “She is though, isn’t she? The lack of scars, time seemingly rewinding, and the special juice for everything this morning. You and Hector are both part vampire now as well, aren’t you?”

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.

Damn gin! His voice comes out soft in an attempt to explain. “A moroi is not like a strigoi. Their soul is not here. Only remnants of their desires remain impregnated inside the bodies. They are more like automatons, doing things they thought they had to do. It was for the better to be set free.” “Better for whom?” I look at him through tears. “For that woman and child who got a fire to warm them up on winter nights? For a father’s soul who only wanted to take care of his kid? Or for the people who know that the dead should not be walking?”

The place to which I am being sent. When the carriage enters the Zamem forest, the cold embraces me like a specter. The trees twist like serpents, gray dominates this forest and the mist envelops it like a veil. Soon I spot some lit torches, illuminating the path like eyes of fire. Stone houses emerge from the shadows, revealing the village of Morbóvia. It’s my first time here, but I recognized the descriptions from my father. The white and gray stones on the ground contrast with the black stones that adorn the small houses. They look like tombs, where the vampires hide. Soon I see females and males in the streets, dressed in black like crows. Their skins are pale, and their red eyes stare a

>The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through the crowd, their black-veined throat's humming hymns that made lesser vampires sway as if drunk >The Nosferati: gaunt and skeletal, prowled in silence at the festival’s edges, honored only for the terror their presence commanded. And weaving through them all came > The Veythar, silver-eyed predators who prided themselves on elegance, sipping on chalices. Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears.

I ask. He nods. “The blood ritual. He wanted to try it out on someone first, in case it killed them, so he used me and Morana. As you can see, it took with me. I woke immediately, but Morana didn't. We thought for a long time that he had killed her. She was out for days. When she woke, she was a vampire. She had the hybrid abilities, same as me. No aversion to the sun and could shift when she wanted but she was still not a wolf. She is just a vampire, I guess. To be honest, we aren't really sure what to define her as.”

He turned around and heard a man behind him say, "Aric." As Aric turned around, he caught a glimpse of Moric, an old acquaintance of his father's who had recently taken up the practice of buying young teenage blood slaves and draining them empty in the span of fewer than 24 hours. "Moric," Aric responded to the older vampire, extending his hand to shake, "how have you been?" Aric's grin was forced as he asked the question. In response, Moric tugged on the leash of his new pet humans while saying, "Well, my boy." "Before I make my next purchase, I wanted to hear your thoughts on my most recent acquisition."

" Melody asked. "No!! Why would I suck blood." Vic laughed at the idea and tried to ask Ang about it. "You are not a blood vampire, you're different." Ang replied. "Your race is Psychic Vampire and their characteristics; They do not suck blood but rather feeds on Energy. They are not affected by sunlight and silver. They are far different from blood Vampires. They are stronger than blood vampires. The more energy they drain, the stronger they get. Their evolution is longer than that of blood vampires.