Vampire Knight Night Class Uniform Novels & Stories

“Please, come in. There are hors d’oeuvres and drinks, and dinner will be served after the ceremony. Help yourselves. Mingle. I think you’ll find everyone here is quite welcoming.” The second man looked warily at a group of pack warriors who were laughing loudly near the fireplace with drinks in their hands. They were wearing their formal uniforms, but they still had a rugged look about them. One had his hair pulled back into a bun at the back of his skull to reveal the undercut beneath, and another had a dark, winding neck tattoo that swirled all the way up to the underside of his chin. “I assure you,” I said pleasantly, “Nightwolf warriors are the best of the best. Those men haven’t lost a

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"

There must be something else that was coming. Adrian pulled aside one of the corpses’ black outer clothes and saw a peony embroidered on their inner shirt. “Do you know what this means?” he asked. “I don’t.” Rozi had a bad feeling. “They must be from an organization.” Adrian nodded. He had seen Ivory Cloud’s members dressed in white with various colors of belts around their waist to represent their ranking. Meanwhile, the Greenhursts dressed in all black, and their ranking was differentiated by the hairpins on their heads. There were the only factions around these parts though.