Fanfiction Vampire Knight Novels & Stories

More like the sinner smile of satan. " W-We were forced to have sex with vampire females...in order to produce Original Hybrids..." the knight stuttered before getting into his unconscious state. Except me , everyone in there looked horrified.

he growled out, his anger rising the further down the page he got. Name: Annalise 'Anna' knightborn: Sex: Female Age: Twenty Three Parents: Deceased- no siblings Location: Wrangel Island Previous location: Ontario- transferred from London Status: Omega- unmated Mate: Vampire- Alpha Location: London Name: Rong Smith Evaluation: Knightborn shows signs of severe depression resulting in severe bouts of insomnia and periods of self-inflicted starvation. She was dismissed from duty and transferred for treatment four months ago. She is currently undergoing psychiatric evaluation under the care of doctors. She shows no signs of improvement. Possible de-runing is advised if she shows no further impro

She even felt like he hated women. She was dead sure he was not a gay, though. Before, she always believed that no man could match King Vincent's manliness. But when she met Lord Knight, she started to question that belief. Vincent had a gentle demeanor, which made him look like a prince charming in those fairytales she had read, while Reed was the opposite. He was like a villain, an alpha male. A dark lord. He started cutting from the side of her collar, the sharp blade of scissors tracing the line of her right shoulder. She was anxious at how close they were, but she maintained a straight face. She had to.

He continued to stroke her arm as she lay awake wrapped in his embrace, he knew that she was quiet because she didn't know what to say so he picked up his courage and started the discussion. " when I was twenty five, I was captured by a sadistic vampire who loved torturing me more than anything in the world. The torturing started when I was a human and she made me into a blood slave, when she saw how quickly I tend to fall unconscious, she turned me into a vampire and continued to torture me. This went on for a a year and I was addicted to her blood. If it wasn't hers, I couldn't keep it in me. She always gave me details of what was happening to Jessica. Telling me that

"We are NEVER powerless." Power surged through me. Not pink light this time. Something darker. Deeper. The destructive side my mother had warned me about. I turned back toward the fight. The vampire had Kieran pinned. Her fangs were inches from his throat. "NO!" The word came out as a command. Dark pink energy exploded from my hands. It hit the vampire like a physical blow, sending her flying across the hall. She slammed into the wall hard enough to crack stone. Kieran scrambled to his feet, staring at me.

Because I was the one who'd taken his hand, amid my mother's screams, and led him out of that hell. When the Prince and Princess came to see him, he would hold my hand and ask me to stay. Fifteen years ago, I ate and slept beside him. Even as a vampire, who needed no sleep, no rest, he could close his eyes and lie quiet for hours with his head on my knee. My care healed him quickly, yet it sent my own life into free fall. The Princess moved me into a servant's room in a far corner. Adrian, it seemed, found those recovering days too shameful to remember, so he avoided me, and hated it most of all when I mentioned my mother.

Kiona stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes ignoring the dull ache of the glowing Hawthorne. “ Decanal!” She hissed sitting up to take a look at the person in front of her. “ Yeah all in one place again, seems you lost once again even though you were battling with just half of me,” Decanal said with a smirk. “ You can gloat all you want but I only lost because the Vampire king intervened. If not for him you could have been mated to that Beta right now” The witch said bitterly, Darryl snarled dangerously at her words but Decanal placed dainty fingers on his shoulder keeping him from throwing Kiona across the room.

55.1 We melded seamlessly, our body heat setting my mind spinning in a whirlwind of desire. The proximity between us ignited an indescribable yearning within me. His masculinity was incredibly appealing at this moment, a complex mix of ambition and pain that I longed to soothe. It was a strange desire, one that both surprised and confused me. As I locked eyes with Knight, I noticed the darkening intensity in his gaze, like a shadow lurking in the depths of my heart—hauntingly beautiful. My eyes drifted to his neck, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that he had no mate's mark. I had heard that mates marked each other, but I wasn't a werewolf, so maybe...

The royal family had always had plenty of minions, but I had never imagined them to mostly still be alive. Trinity tore away from me, rushing towards them and leaping on the first one she reached, tearing into their necks. I went after her, trying to keep her from being overwhelmed by them. I killed vampire after vampire. Then, I felt the Blood Ancestor’s presence in the world, like a ripple of power through the air. I ground my teeth and quickly dispatched the last two vampires before I grabbed Trinity.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i