Vampire Knight Maria Novels & Stories

"I hate pompous wolves who act all mighty. If it wasn't for me, for I who gave Ethan Summers the ability to drink blood, he wouldn't have been convicted by the nobles, and you wouldn't have gotten the chance to be with your beloved Mariah. So you should be grateful to me, not insulting me." Mariah and Alpha Rain looked at each other, then back at Aramada. I could see the shock written clearly on their faces. "I guess you are surprised that I, Aramada, remember when everyone else has forgotten," she said with a cruel smile. "I don't care," Mariah snarled, stepping out from behind her mate. She looked furious, shaking with rage. "But I want you to take your sorry ass and your puppet and get ou

"But I am not mistaken. I immediately contacted Laura after my first attack, and then when Marco came to retrieve us, he saw the wounds on me. They were venom slashes. You know the marking of their claws." I stood perfectly still, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. I didn't understand much from the conversation, but I could feel that the Head Guardian didn't want the vampires back under her leadership. If word got out that the bloodsuckers were returning, it would completely underestimate all of their past efforts and the peace they had bled for. The Head Guardian stared at my mother for what felt like an eternity, evaluating her, testing her loyalty through sight alone. Finally

Her eyes are like blue crystals twinkling in a brilliant cavern. "Hello, your majesty. I am, Lucia, the newest witch of the St. Maria mountains. This is my clan, the werewolves of the Saint Maria forest. I am betrothed to Cody, the next future Chieftain. To what do I owe this pleasure?" The Queen of the unicorns backs away as her hovels scrap against the forest floor. "Do you have the luna lilies with you right now? This magic has been lost to the unicorns for thousands of years. If you have acquired a specimen would you please be so kind and tell us where we might find some ourselves?"

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, making me dazed for a moment before I got back to my senses. “Yes, yes. Sure thing. But for that, you have to find the mole.” Haron stated. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Mole?” I pondered. Mole for what? “Yes, mole. This type of magic needs the blood of a relative of the victim or their mate’s relative as a sacrifice. A willing sacrifice. Alice doesn’t have any relatives as far as you have told me. On the other hand, the royal family members aren’t too much. Who do you think would willingly give their blood to harm you and your mate?” The question was directed towards Aaron.

Great, the Head Omega would punish me now. Madison didn’t leave, like I hoped she would after that. Instead, she poked me in the chest, feeling bold tonight. I looked at her finger, and my mouth watered. Sometimes Madison forgot I was a vampire who could drink her blood. “You’re a filthy vampire.” She leaned closer. I held my ground.

A small, pale indentation that I had seen a thousand times in the moonlight and dismissed as a mere quirk of her skin. Kaelen stopped a few feet away, his hands held out as if he were approaching a landmine. "Astance, what was Hakan talking about? The High Passes? The healers? What exactly is going on?." "I don’t know what’s going on, Kaelen!" I barked, my eyes never leaving hers. Marie was shaking. Not the trembling of a victim, but the fine, high-frequency vibration of a bowstring drawn too tight. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes wide and dark, reflecting the flickering orange light of the wall sconces.

Mia has faced a lot of cruelty growing up so she should get used to being treated poorly and being disrespected or embarrassed. Even if someone didn't embarrass her, she always ended up embarrassing herself. However, this particular act by Miram has Mia feeling so shocked and annoyed. The fact that she is weak and cannot match Miram's strength since Miram is a full blooded werewolf and even had the blood of an Alpha running through her veins, only made Mia feel even more miserable and annoyed.

Biologic: introduce Stage-I exsanguine infusion disguised as medicine, titrated through a familiar (Maria), followed by controlled privations (fasted mornings, dulled palate), then a precipitant (wolf wound + my serum), then Stage-II binding (mirror-room, no salt, low brass, nine beats). Maria was the simplest piece. She is a pale thing with neat bones and chores that keep her small. I plucked her out of a widow’s kitchen fifty years ago and softened her with dresses and discipline. She has never asked whose blood she decants when I call it medicine. She only wipes the rim of the chalice and thanks me for keeping her warm.

“No, Eva, we cannot fight him right now. Did you forget we are still not powerful enough? Either we find our fated mate, or we mate with someone else.” Eva became more violent. “No — only our fated mate can touch us,” she spoke possessively. “Exactly, Eva. I also cannot let anyone touch me. My body and soul belong to my mate.” After hearing all those things, my remaining desire to go to the party completely vanished. Especially after what Father told me about the vampire king — he is deadly, heartless, and cruel. I want to kill him. I wore a sky-blue princess gown with a diamond necklace and ring. I finished with a little makeup — not too much, just enough to look presentable in case my mate

I questioned hoping to appeal to any form of empathy that existed within her. She shrugged, her eyes void of emotion. "It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." My mouth widened. I took a second to really look at Maria, she wasn't the grieving widow I met. She had a darkness about her, something I couldn't quite put my finger on or that I'd missed when I was too concerned with her mourning. She was a werewolf with visions - so not a Seer, and not a witch. She was something else and despite my reluctance to say, it was something dark.