Rosario Vampire Moka Vampire Form Novels & Stories

He frowned, it wasn't anything he actually thought it would be, it was simply wine but, His gleaming red eyes steadily went to her finding her taking deep breaths with her face covered in sweat, and body trembling in fear and resistance. It was obvious she was simply drunk, but the wine she drank wasn't an ordinary one. It was made only for vampires, it had blood as well and it's side effects only vampires could handle. A small smirk appeared over his lips as he walked near her, she flinched when he gently palmed her cheek making her snap her eyes to his, her emerald drunken eyes stared at him as the man gently caressed her cheek.

” I paused and kissed Rosaria’s neck and she sighed. “She passed through the battle field and wrinkled her nose at the stench of blood. From the puncture wounds on the throats of the victims, she could tell that the scene was caused by vampires. Ancient blood sucking beings that were cursed to live in the dark. She a heard a grunt and immediately realized someone was still alive. Walking towards the sound, she was mesmerized by the young man who lay down choking on his own blood. He opened his eyes ever so slightly and she was fascinated by his blue eyes, you could call it love at first sight.

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.

She asked further, “How did vampires get created by the way?” “Just like you humans are created, it’s the same for the vampires,” he responded. “So vampires were born at first genetically and then they started turning people to vampires?” she inquired. “Something like that,” he attempted to clear up her confusion. “By the way, every vampire is born with a special power,” Alexander informed her and changed the topic. “My special power is altering reality. I can change it in my favor.” “Is that what you tried on me that day when I accused you of sexual assault?” she questioned him. “If it is, then why didn’t it work on me?”

We both laughed and played in the water, but I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color of her bra showing through her white t-shirt. I quickly took off my tank top, which surprised her. "Senpai, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly undressing?" I just laughed and approached her. "So that you can have a better view of my body." She gave me a dirty look, and I was about to playfully punch her hand. "Look," I placed her hand on my chest and looked into her eyes. "You're so cold," she said, and I smiled. "Well, what can I say? I'm a vampire." She shook her head and gently touched the scar on my chest, clearly visible over my heart.

Rosa asked. Jack shook his head. "To a man-made poison? Sure but, one laced with magic or under supernatural circumstances, it's possible. The Makkari is a royalty, immortal but, that doesn't make them indestructible." Jack twists the cap of the vial and pour the contents onto his tongue. Rosa felt nauseous while Ayara stared at her intently. Jack growled for a while and his eyes were closed when he does it. In split seconds, his eyes open and it flickers from the color blue and red. A slit took over his eyes and his face turns into an angry vampire but this time, his features are much more monstrous-like.

“You brought me a pet?” I wanted to stumble back as she approached, but it was like my feet were glued in place. Her nails were sharp, deep burgundy against her pale skin as she dragged them over my neck. “Oh such a pretty neck too. Pale and delicate.” She moved fluid grace until she stood behind me, cupping my jaw. “Is she a gift for me, Bastian? You know how I love to play with my food, she looks absolutely stunning in red.” “Mr. Vale,” I gasped, fear clawing through my drunken haze. “What’s going on?”

But still, he stays near her, following her from room to room. Ezra appears behind the vampire with an M4 16. In one quick movement, he rips his head from his body and tosses it aside. In the blink of an eye, he has another vampire pinned to the wall by his throat while holding his right wrist against the wall, breaking it and causing the enemy to drop his gun as he screams in agony.

His elongated canines caressed her pulsating neck. He pushed her to the bed before crawling on top of her. The vampire leaned to her neck and she could feel his canines were grazing her skin. Mira hissed when his canines sunk into her skin, but she quickly regained her calmness. As much as she hated the pain, her monster loved the pain because such pain fueled her monster more. Instead of pushing him away which could probably result in her neck getting ripped off, Mira leaned her head to the other side to give him better access. The smell of metallic rose into the room which made him even hungrier for her blood.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.