Knight Vampires Novels & Stories

I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere and plunges into the side of Kylo. Kylo grabs the vampires arm and tears a large chunk out of it before collapsing in a heap, the pain too much to bear, he whimpers and everything starts to spin and goes black. MATHIAS POV The hybrid thought I was a normal vampire, exactly what I wanted, the knife ,which I had hidden in my back pocket, was ingrained with wolfsbane, I stabbed it into his side and watched as he collapsed and passed out from the pain. I left the knife in the wolf's side, taking it out would remove the effects of the wolfsbane and he was strong, too strong for me to take on with the wo

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.

Judging by her reaction to the animals that Joe brought, he assumed that she didn't know anything about who or what he was and most importantly who she was to him. "You might be wondering why I'm here, why we met the way we did. I'm actually a vampire prince from a realm called Tithen, " he practiced. 'Is mentioning the word Vampire too much?' he questioned in his head. No, that would probably scare her. Maybe talk about Tithen, give her a brief history of how it came about and how their cycle of birth, death and rebirth began. Then next reveal who he was and why she was important to him.

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

“He is the Lycan King of the Silvermoon Pack, the strongest pack known to man. He doesn’t need a reason to attack weaker Packs, he does it for pleasure, to gain more territory and also to show off his immense power. Rumours have it that he is a direct descendant of the moon goddess and he also has vampire blood running through him . He is unstoppable “ Knight explained “Well , I don’t care about his power or his vampire strength. I will make sure that I bring him down , I vow to single handedly end his life for destroying my home without any reason “ I vowed , I have heard of the Silvermoon Pack who were also known as the leaders of the Italian mafia world. I know that they are cruel and bru

The griffins were losing. Rhea simply used magic to squeeze her victims dry, and so did Azura. They weren’t even stained with blood. “Vampires.” Vladimir had shifted back, and he didn’t seem very pleased with the fact that vampires were on his territories. Just like he hated werewolves, he hated vampires. “Vladimir,” Kieran suddenly stopped in front of him, with a smile on his bloody lips. “It’s been a while.” “Get out of my kingdom unless you want me to rip your fangs and make you a necklace with it.” He threatened, glaring holes into Kieran’s head.

His castle, once a symbol of power and immortality, was now under siege. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the ancient stones, and Derek's heart filled with a mix of anger and determination. He would not allow these rogues to take what was rightfully his. Summoning his loyal allies, Derek took swift action. His trusted lieutenant, Cassandra, a fierce and cunning vampire with fiery red hair, stood beside him, ready to fight. She was a formidable warrior, her skills honed over the centuries. Behind them, a small band of loyal vampires prepared for battle. They were a family, bound not by blood but by their shared devotion to their lord.

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

"—If you give her to us, we can promise that you'll receive our never-ending support. An abundance. The West and the North will be a stronghold. And we can solidify your standing further into the hierarchy. I know how ambitious and ruthless you are, Knight. You can stop pretending in front of your mate," The description of vampires being cunning, deceptive, and lacking morals lives up to its name. They do not care much about allegiance. All they want is their end of the bargain, anything that would be of benefit to them. Thus enters the question why me? What exactly am I contributing to? And what do they need me for? "You're absolutely wrong about being ambitious," Knight said, his words sha

The fighters were exhausted, their muscles screaming, but their bodies refused to fail. "He’s not bait," Mina whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at Aradaa. "He’s... he’s the cure." The healing stopped abruptly. A cold, suffocating shadow fell over the rafters. The sound of massive, leathery wings beating the air drowned out the wind. A Vampire Knight, clad in obsidian plate, descended on a bat-winged steed that looked like a nightmare made of stitched skin. "The scent of the Muse is strong here," the Knight’s voice was a metallic rasp. He ignored the hybrids. He ignored Mina. His red visor locked onto Aradaa. "Hand him over, filth, and the Sanguine Court might let you live another night.