Vampire Knight Opening Song Novels & Stories

The world swam before my eyes. - A vampire who doesn't drink blood is a dead vampire. You, stupid, could have had it all! But now this place of honor is mine! “Kyrian grabbed both of Ira’s wrists with one hand and pressed her hands tightly to the floor above her head. With his other hand, he roughly tore the neck of the white shirt, leaving deep scratches on the girl’s skin. The brown-haired man licked a drop of blood from her shoulder, then took a loud, drawn-out breath.

Esper whispered. "Ready." Senna nodded. The door swung silently open, Esper being the first to enter. She tiptoed over to the stereo and scrolled through the playlists until Esper found Ride of the Valkyrie. Barely containing her excitement, Esper looked back at Senna. She gave her companion a small nod and then hit play. Both girls waited patiently as the music began to build. As the song's powerful crescendo began blasting through the speakers, the vampires rushed to their unsuspecting victim. They landed on the bed, jumping up and down as hard as they could.

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

The scene would be 'almost' unbelievable if it hadn't happened in the real world with real people and as crazy as it is... with real creatures. It even sounds like a music video with the background music being Sola by Jennifer Lopez. The vampire Soraia's gaze opens between shadows. Her steps are slow on the road of white stones that hurt her bare feet... but her soul is much more wounded.

“Daughter of the Ocean, danger lurks. You must be strong.” Time froze. The assassins were suspended mid-air, motionless. A memory surfaced no, a melody deep in her bones. Anastasia opened her mouth and began to sing. A haunting, ancient tune. Time resumed but the assassins faltered, their eyes wide in terror. “The Death Siren’s Song…” one of them whispered, trembling. Anastasia kept singing. Each note resonated through the room, vibrating the very walls. As she reached the climax of the song, the Sirens cried out, their hands moving against their will.

“It’s good. It’s going to be classical Japanese music mixed with pop. I think it’s called ‘Sakura Sakura.’” “What?” Sebastian snapped, turning his azure-blue eyes to Jane, his face tense. Jane was taken by surprise by his abrupt query. She swallowed nervously and said, “It’s called ‘Sakura Sakura.’” Then she had to explain further, thinking he didn’t know or understand. “The song depicts springtime, when cherry blossoms bloom, sir.” “Yes, of course. I know that,” Sebastian said. He took a deep breath then. Shit! Why was he in such a bad mood? Why was he so agitated?

It filled my throat, tickled my tongue, and before I could stop it— I opened my mouth and began to sing. The words weren’t mine. “Tibi cantabo… vocem mare… redde meum sanguinem…” The language spilled out, ancient and cold, like it had been waiting centuries to use my voice. It vibrated in the air, trembled against the glass windows of the house. The temperature dropped. “Cover your ears!” Kai’s voice snapped through the static, sharp and urgent. Kieran flinched back from me, not out of fear, but instinct. Kylan had just reached the doorway when my voice hit a higher note, the pitch sharp enough to split air.

SOUNDTRACK: “Vampire” by Fame on Fire (or if you like Post-Screamo, try the version of the same song by Our Last Night!) ***** ~ Cain ~ The early dawn light was a haze of pink and purple beyond the trees where we stood in the shadows on the edge of the clearing. I sighed to relieve some tension, then shook my head ruefully as I looked down and to my right where Kelsie stood with her chin high and smiling like she was arriving at a party.

One morning, as the sun rose, a sound drifted through the air again— not from Elarion this time, but from Kaenora. The song was different. Younger. Softer. It carried laughter between its notes. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … thrum … The same rhythm—reborn, but gentler. Nara smiled when she heard it. “He’s teaching again,” she whispered. Mira listened beside her, eyes shining. “Who is?” “Kaenor,” Nara said. “And Lyra. Both of them. Together.” The sound filled the valley,

And surprisingly, the vampire king didn't pushed the sheets away instead he closed his eyes letting that beautiful scent drove him to a peaceful sleep after snatching her peace in every way possible. ____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios