Vampire Knight Opening Song Novels & Stories

This stunned the 4 High Wizard prompting them to shouted help, but before they even got the chance to do so, another loud bang sounded off, again. “……....”. Another Vampire High Wizard body fall lifeless in the midst of the confusion. This time it was the High Wizard that were on the far left, on the left side of the portal. They don’t’ even have a chance to recollect themselves yet another of their colleagues were dead the same way as their Main High Wizard. “ENEMY ATTACKK!!!…protect the lord High Wizards!!..”. (Vampire Knight)

Rumor mills spread false information faster than any textbook could spread accurate truths. When the vampire opened the door, you could see all the men bite down on their teeth, stretching their jaw muscles taut. Tension was thick as could be. A few stary pack members shoved pups behind them. He turned around with a massive scissor in hand. A smile beamed from his face, making him look devilishly handsome and sinister at the same time. Weaker women would have swooned, I simply scowled.

For me. I howled, putting my forehead on the grass, digging into the ground with my claws. I coughed, trying to breath but everything hurt. It hurt to be alive. I started to choke out words. Words of Max’s favorite song. He would have me sing it even if he wasn’t at the piano. He said it reminded him of his life before becoming a vampire. I sang the words between cries. It was in Italian and I was struggling to get it out. I slammed my first against the ground, fighting the cries, fighting breathing to sing. Finally, I was able to just sing. Tears streaming down my face and I sang out as loud as my voice would go.

The vale turned into a storm of chaos—steel against claw, flame against frost, shadow against soul. And above it all, the howl continued, long and mournful. Calling still. Summoning still. Until… A second sound joined it. A song. Aelin’s voice rose into the air, not screaming—but singing. An old lullaby Ivy once sang by her bedside. Others picked it up. Jayden. Ivy. The wolves. The witches. The warriors. A melody older than battle. Deeper than pain. The dark recoiled. The creatures faltered. And Aelin, her body slick with blood and light, raised her hand and cried:

Till the next update, stay safe and well. Chapter soundtrack: Happiness is a butterfly by Lana Del Rey

Some chase the song, some chase the fall, But all will kneel when the reaper calls. And when the dragon’s voice shakes the sky, When fire burns and shadows rise, There Tharros stands, where fate must be, A king of death, unchained and free. A strange feeling washed over Nyxoria as the melody filled the ruined palace. The song, why did it feel so familiar? Like something from a distant memory, just out of reach? She wanted to ask Ora why the song felt so familiar to her and why Tharros name was mentioned in it. But before she could even open her mouth.

He could not fight five of them. Kieran pulled away from Elidra. He did not run. He walked straight toward the fighting wolf and the stone brothers. His face was set, and his eyes were closed. “Kieran, NO!” Elidra screamed. He began to sing. It was not a song from the valley or a lullaby. It was a single, clear, sharp note. It was the sound of glass breaking. It was the sound of a clean, total break. The note cut through the mental cold like a knife through fog.

Killian roared, his silver eyes flashing with a wild and desperate panic as the Sentinel’s vines began to wrap around his throat. I didn't reach for a scalpel. I threw my head back and began the Resuscitation Song. The melody cut through the wind like a silver blade, a piercing and beautiful frequency that held all the sorrow of my rejection and all the fierce love of my survival. I didn't direct the light to heal the node; I directed it to shatter. I poured my entire remaining biological reserve into the song, acting as the primary lightning rod for the buildup.

The fighters were exhausted, their muscles screaming, but their bodies refused to fail. "He’s not bait," Mina whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at Aradaa. "He’s... he’s the cure." The healing stopped abruptly. A cold, suffocating shadow fell over the rafters. The sound of massive, leathery wings beating the air drowned out the wind. A Vampire Knight, clad in obsidian plate, descended on a bat-winged steed that looked like a nightmare made of stitched skin. "The scent of the Muse is strong here," the Knight’s voice was a metallic rasp. He ignored the hybrids. He ignored Mina. His red visor locked onto Aradaa. "Hand him over, filth, and the Sanguine Court might let you live another night.

"Hahahaha..." "Not funny!" "Hey Aiden, put some music on! I want to hear old boyband songs!" "What old times do you mean? How old do you look?" Aiden said while setting the music player in his car. As Nina expected, Backstreet Boy's As Long As You Love Me was heard as the opening theme. "I don't care who you are, where you from, what you did, as long as you love-" Nina also sang with enthusiasm. Aiden smiled, not expecting that Nina's voice was quite good. Women like her also turned out to have some advantages too.