Rosario Vampire Outer Moka Novels & Stories

The room itself was magnanimous. There was a huge stage on the other end of me with the most ostentatious couch. It was long, maroon with gold detailing and gold handles. In front of me, there was a pathway, and on either side of it was a waterfall—that’s right, a waterfall inside—that fell into a pool of water. It smelled like roses, something familiar, and pleasant. As I walked the sound of my steps followed behind me a few seconds later. “Wow,” I said. I got to the other side and saw the falls from the other side. It really was beautiful. I turned to the stage and instantly became mesmerized by the couch. The gold detailing had painted a story of a human transforming into a wolf.

Rio said and paused as he stared right into Vanessa's eyes while a Demonic aura radiated round him "Am afraid right now, you're no different from a lower demon and an inferior to me!" Rio added and levitated as his Normal yellow eyes glowed and turned pure Black while a mysterious fog which was nowhere to be seen mysteriously appeared and clouded Pandora who was too late to react Moments later, Rio who landed on his feet had a smug plastered across his face as the mysterious fog all cleared away and disappeared, revealing Pandora who coughed out blood and having a renew sense of opportunity made to rush towards Rio but ended up falling right back to the ground.

"I need you to check out some plates and find their owner for me. The car was a Black Porsche, late model. Spotted at the hospital right about yesterday morning. Partial plate: starts with 'VIM'—fitting, doesn't it?" The last one was meant for myself. I would be damned if VIM did not refer to Vincent Moreau. VIncent Moreau.

I moved to the floor-to-ceiling window and watched as she stalked through the pavements and stopped for a cab. In all the centuries I had existed, no human had ever unsettled me the way Lena Moreau did and that frightened me more than hunger ever could. I watched as she climbed into a cab, her shirt buttoned haphazardly, and her hair a spill of chestnut-brown waves. As the wind blew just right, I caught sight of her neck, porcelain–pale and delicate. The smell of her blood was intoxicating, sweet, and dangerous but it was the way her presence unraveled my restraint that truly threatened me.

The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.

Hiro began, “Have you heard what happened at a vape shop in Jolly Road?” Raverine furrowed his brows. “What happened?” Raverine asked. Hiro cleared his throat and stood closer to Raverine’s desk. “Apparently, Sir, the murder of five shadow vampires at that vape shop shook the peaceful living between scavengers and shadow vampires. The tension worsened when the Leaders of Die Dark clan made an announcement.”

He seriously doubted that I would be safe if I ran into Frank. Nevi knew of only one clan of vampires who mastered this type of cruel transforming. The clan resided in a remote area of China near Motuo. Nika—the vampire who turned Frank—had been traveling. She’d laughingly explained to Nevi before he beheaded her that she had simply longed to see the world. Nevi wondered how many orphaned vampires she’d left in the wake of her tour.

I raise my voice but a pitch higher, "Do all of you understand?" Then from behind me, I hear our Vampire Hunter mumbling, "Well, that man that we are not supposed to shoot has just disappeared." Well, is this not fantastic? As I look off in the distance, I watch as Roberto disappears off into the dark of the night. Alatar only but rumbles his voice, "I am on it."

I would wield it as a weapon, harness its power to bring justice to those who had wronged me. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, I rode on, deeper into the heart of the Black Woods. The wind whispered my name, a haunting melody that echoed through the trees. My heart, though battered and scarred, pulsed with a determination that could not be extinguished. For in the depths of darkness, where secrets and shadows dance, that's where everything would emerge from. That's where the Vampire's Flower would be buried and a devil would be born. The horse came to a halt as it couldn't enter the forest any further. I got off of it as I walked in the direction of my mother's grave. But, that was w

After finding out, soon the chief started to shoot right straight at the vampire but its speed is so impressive that even it can able to dodge bullets so fine than escape so hard. And after leaving his friend, the vampire escaped from that place by attacking the chief, and the teenage boy who was caught by the vampire talks to the chief with pain, “Sir, please help me and stop my friend”. Then the chief asks that teenage boy, “What’s your name, Kid?” And the teenager answers him, “Yamori Sugawara” Then the chief tells him, “Ok, Yamori just get back to the top and find my junior”. After saying it, Yamori started to run even though he lost so much blood and strength to run, and while he was ge