Vampire Knight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Maybe because I'm too drunk to deal with my awkwardness. "I don't know what you see in me for you to push yourself befriending with me." I took my eyes off him. I close my eyes. I really want to sleep now. I felt some cloth covering my thigh. But I couldn't see it anymore, I can't open my eyes anymore. Before I drove myself to sleep, I heard someone talk to me. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." I think I'm hearing Calix. — Knight's POV

she cursed when the woman's face got revealed. "That is Diana. The rumored supposedly wife of Knight. Knight's first love." Upon hearing that something within me started to race, not because of love but because of this undeniable pain that I suddenly felt just by looking at them. Does this mean that Knight is not my mate? Did I just assumed things because something happened to us? "Don't be a sulk there. Knight and her have broken up so take your shot!" I said then Addi grab my hand and then the next thing I knew was that I got dragged in front of Knight.

as stared out my bedroom window I saw that my magnolias trees were in full bloom, it was like a welcome home gift. "I'm headed to the Towers, I'll return tonight," Kie said, noticing the concern etched on my face. He knew my thoughts and drew me close, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle, reassuring kiss. "That will never happen again, I promise," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. "I was a fool, I never should have done all those things." I smiled, lost in his dreamy gaze. "No, everything had to unfold just as it did – fate was guiding us." My heart swelled with love for all of my mates, each unique and special in their own way. I cherished them all equally, and Kie, my first vam

His fingers went into her then he mocked as she cringed in fear "Still a virgin huh?" he laughed touching her face and immediately, his fingers got soaked in her tears. "You couldn't find yourself a mate huh? poor pretty thing, it's my luck then, let me do the honor" he announced as he settled between her legs. Poor Elma screamed for help as what she dreaded was about happening, she tried mindlinking her sister Elsa, but Elsa had been knocked out by alcohol and was being laid by the drunk vampire. Rina's POV

“In another life, I will choose you in a heartbeat, Trix. Just not in this lifetime. As long as you are a wolf and I’m a vampire, we can’t be lovers. We can only be enemies.” He carried me and left me under the mango tree. He didn’t kill me, but he made me unable to shift and to stand up again. When he ran towards Alexandra’s house, I tried to crawl and begged him for the last time. “Kenji, please stop this! My best friend just gave birth. Have mercy. Don’t do this to her. Don’t do this to us. If you continue what you’re planning, there will be no turning back. You cannot redeem yourself anymore.” “It’s all right. I came here prepared to die.”

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

She laughed, unapologetically honest the way she always was. "If my mate wants you both here, then you both stay," Damian said, more like he ordered us. "If everyone has decided, then who am I to argue" Ronan agreed. 'Mate.' I had read about it in a book from Ronan's library. In their world, every vampire had a mate, someone chosen for them by their god. I found myself wondering who Ronan's mate was. The thought alone burned the back of my throat. I pressed my emotions down.

What the hell do the chess pieces mean! - Hatred for Saskna still exists. - She looks around tensely and turns to leave. - It explains! - I scream but she disappears. I get up feeling the pain of my fall on the rocks and walk with the intention of going back to the waterfall but a figure passes by my side and knocks me hard on the ground by the neck. Where did he come from? - Now that she's gone - Another vampire says - We're back to where we were He lifts me pulling my hair and I try to get his hands out of there but I can't, I punch the side of his torso giving up and then the donkey here tries to punch the other side with her injured hand.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

I was starting to get desperate with our lips devouring each other and our bodies rubbing together, I wanted more. "Damon, more please," I pleaded making him look at me and as if something clicked in his mind, he quickly retreated from me. "Fuck, what have I done?" he whispered while running his hand through his hair in frustration. He gave me one last look and used his vampiristic speed to leave my bedroom. I was left on the bed confused and flustered. What was his problem? Every single time we would get a little intimate he would always pull some shit like that. At least Ryan seemed like the guy who knew what he wanted.