Rosario Vampire Moka Akashiya Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh escaped my lips, startling her as she was placing the plate onto the small table. “Alistair is a sick fucker who had killed my mother, sold my father and my sister to other vampires and then held me captive, raped me and tortured me for days on end!” I snapped at her, walking close so I was almost face to face with the woman. “Punishment? What does he think he’s running, some kind of sick, fuck show? How long have you been his bitch? What does he have against you that you’re willing to call him ‘Master’ and obey him like a sick little puppy?” Akiko blinked her eyes repeatedly. From this close, I could finally see that the dark color of her iris wasn’t black or a dark brown, but

I said, watching a river of water fall from his dark hair. We'd spent the last five months travelling with this petulant brat of a man and his two sidekicks, the lot of us convinced that the perks the other strangers offered, us, our transport and cash supply, them, their food and light connections, was worth the conflicting personalities. The other two men had been easy to get along with, but Aaron? He irritated me. Every word, every look, right down to the way he shovelled his food in when he ate. His ferocious moods and cutting outbursts made me want to tear my hair out and slap some sense into him, yet here I stood, heart pounding, lips tingling, every cell in my body begging me to reach

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

With the beast's life force extinguished, Paige released a breath of relief. "Honey, what’s the rank of this phantom-beast?" asked Paige, watching as Akasuki, the kunoichi who tended to carry herself in a relaxed and unresponsive manner, gruesomely plucked out the creature's eyeballs. Such a scene, as usual, caused Alice, the girl who held an affinity for celestial magic, to puke nearby.

After drinking only briefly, she whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry. I’m thinking I might make you into one of us. You’re such a good fuck, after all.” All I could manage was a whimper while I lied in a pool of my blood. I felt weak and indescribably tired. Soon the darkness would come. I welcomed it. “What have you done?” I heard Nevi roar from far away. I felt such peace. “I enjoyed your whore. Then I bit her,” Sasha cooed in a sultry, defiant tone. “I can see why you keep her, Daddy, she’s surprisingly yummy.”

“Yes. Apart from you, she's the only one who survived the attack. Was rescued by another pack, and is currently staying with them permanently. She's autistic and can't speak, but she's got a very interesting portrait of the killer. I can send you a picture.” A warm, uncertain feeling spread across my chest. “That'll be nice. Was the picture the only thing she showed you, or did she reveal something else in her own little way?” “Yeah, kinda. We confirmed that it was a vampire attack, alright. Just one. Sent by the academy.” “Okay. That's...” “She describes him as strong, and infinitely powerful. Able to take down a thousand men without lifting a single finger.” My guts clamped so hard, I almo

I watched as a light frown grew on her face while she looked back and forth in her bedroom making me smile lightly in amusement. Amaya: How can you see me? Is it a special power for vampires? The small amount of knowledge she has of vampires was kinda cute. Of course, she just learned about our existence today but still. Me: No, look outside of your window. She turned her head towards the window searching for me. It took a little time before she finally spotted me and smiled. She walked towards me and opened the window. "What are you still doing here?" She whispered. "I'm guarding you."

It’s how his mate works, so why should he try to push the man when he clearly has his own principles? Before he could reply though, a knock came at the door. “Your Highness, Lady Magenta is here for the makeover.” Akiro groaned, while Heli smirked at his mate’s reaction. “Come in,” the vampire said. When Akiro saw the variety of make-up kits that their personal make-up artist was carrying, he groaned once again. ### “Shiro,” Akiro greeted his friend, who had entered their room. “How’s my grandparents?”

(Touched her bleeding lip) MOKI: (stood up immediately after landing) But it is no match for this. Dark Fireball....Twin boost (a purple-black circle of dark energy was coming for Anya but Rose got in front of Anya and screamed, then the attack backfired, hitting Moki) ROSE: How's that? (To Moki who was lying in the floor from the attack) ANYA: Thanks for saving my life. ROSE: That's what friend do.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.