Vampire Knight Gif Novels & Stories

“Excellent. The moment that you are told anything, you are to inform me immediately. Dismissed.” I entered my office and poured myself a drink, groaning at the combination taste of alcohol and virginal blood. Vampires were not the only ones who enjoyed the taste of this crimson liquid. We did not need to consume it for survival but did so because of the exotic taste of it and the rush of power it provided. This one was my favorite – adolescent Elemental dragon. I grabbed the other files that Gixin gave me recently, which pertained to the other sacrifices. Then I spread the photographs out on my desk. They did not disappoint at all. There was a beauty within this carnage.

The line of her lips twisted to one side, forming a smile. The gleam in her eyes intensified as she gazed into his eyes. Could this be possible? That gesture had answered him; it was Karina, Karina Conkinova. A gasp escaped him as he released the held breath. He couldn't help but laugh, but it was the kind of laughter that made others release the air they held. He took two steps back, brought his hands to his mouth, and approached again.

she smiled widely at them as she rose from the foot of the tree where she sat. "I have a question though," it was the same kid from earlier who had asked who the Vampire King was. "What unique tattoo does he need to find?" "Oh," Dua chuckled, "I have a sample here." She rolled up her sleeve on her right arm, revealing a delicate jacaranda branch wrapping around the her right arm, with small, intricately designed flowers and leaves spreading towards her shoulder. The flowers are a vibrant purple hue, gradating from light lavender at the tips to deep plum near the branch. The branch itself is thin and curved, with tiny buds and leaves sprouting along its length.

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.

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.

She tried to get her neck free from Ethan’s grip with her both hands but his grip got stronger. Alice almost choked to death. In the sky, the cloud started moving a bit faster now letting some moonlight reach the earth. As the moonlight fell on Ethan his grip got weaker and finally, Alice got herself free from Ethan and fell on the ground a few steps away from Ethan. She coughed terribly. She saw Ethan and was shocked to see his fangs. Ethan has turned into his vampire form.

“You look like hell, by the way.” “Thanks.” He sat on the edge of the armchair across from me, swirling the glass in his hand. “So, let me get this straight. You’re a vampire prince on the hunt. You have an human girl who doesn’t know what she’s gotten into. A witch who’s half-convinced I’m the antichrist. And you’re just standing here… waiting?” “You forgot to mention my charming brother, who never stops talking.” “Oh, right.” He pointed the glass at me. “The brother who warned you two weeks ago that this would happen.”

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

But, when the vampires constantly start visiting the human world, and it was causing much trouble for the leaders, they set up a rule that no vampires could go to the human world except he or she is selected as one of the Feed Knight. When the rule was set up, twelve vampires were selected, six are psychic and the rest are blood vampires. The Blood vampire knights have a special container made with a Ruby gem, that can conceal and contain a large amount of blood for many days without spoiling. And as for the psychic vampire knights, they created an Energy absorber device that is not longer that a person's arm stretch. Despite its small little frame, it still absorbs a large amount of energy

The ragged vampire went ahead to ask, even as he lightened the pressure he placed on Tefani’s neck, even if he continued to hold the knife in place. “Then you’re welcome to try…” Tefani replied and he had only just spoken when a loud shrill whistle was heard, one that showed that the royal knights were passing. As quickly as he could. The vampire lowered his hand holding the knife, shoving it into the scrummy dark coat he wore just in time to see one of the knights passing by, turn to look directly at him with red-tinged eyes that were so much redder than his own. “I smell human blood,” he whispered in a low voice but one that could be picked up by the senses of everyone there.