Vampire Knights Novelas e Histórias

This made the Kingdom more orderly and reduced corruption by the nobles by half. Not only that, Kinsley, who is a pure-blood vampire, wants to wake Abigail back. Using his blood and power, he intends to perform the forbidden ritual of the whole blood moon to wake Abigail from her long slumber by sacrificing the reincarnated soul of Abigail.

Vampires are dying. No, that is not right. They are being killed. Vince corrected his thoughts as he gritted his teeth, he mainly stirred clear of vampire politics and ruling. He left that to the primordials who were interested in other vampires adoration. He felt quite comfortable with his job as unofficial ruler of the primordials although he always protested loudly whenever it is voiced. He was the only sane primordial among the rest and he had a natural charisma which made the others to follow him, not to mention his ruthless fighting. Being alive for more than a millennium had a way of making you unfeeling and ruthless but he had always been ruthless right from the start.

“3,000 Dragon Knights welcome Young Lord’s return!” “3,000 Dragon Knights welcome Young Lord’s return!” “3,000 Dragon Knights welcome Young Lord’s return!” Domineering, passionate! The heavily armored Dragon Knights impacted everyone’s worldview! Too hot-blooded! A man’s blood should be shed on the battlefield! The Dragon Knights that had never appeared in the real world combined ancient style and futuristic technology in one. The sight was shocking to the senses! Their roars swept across the sky like a stormy sea! All the people watching in the dark were filled with horror when they saw this scene!

At the priest's announcement, Vladimir's shoulders squared as if he was getting prepared for an upcoming battle. "I the King of Vampires, Vladimir Volkov had insanely, desperately, hopelessly fallen for this crafty witch standing beside me. Going against her will be directly a challenge to the Vampire throne and for those who had forgotten the consequences of offending the Vampire throne, my offering for my bride is a reminder for all of you." At the Kingly wave of his wrist, everyone saw Mercy emerging out of nowhere accompanied by two royal guards carrying a rectangular plate of solid gold in their hands with something round covered with red silk cloth on it.

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

My eyes widened at his words. "What is going to happen if a vampire and human falls in love?" "Why, it's against the rules between vampires and humans, darling," He gripped my waist tightly and continued "If the vampires council finds out that one of their kind had actually fallen in love with a-" "But then what's a keeper for?" I cut him off in panic. "They're for giving birth to vampires kids . Alex of all people should know that." He pulled back to see my shocked expression. "After all, he made those rules in the first place." Zack chuckled softly before guiding me further away from the crowd.

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

“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.”

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

Clop. From the crimson depths of the forest, three silhouettes emerged, silhouetted against the dying embers of my magma fire. They were massive, clad in ornate, blood-stained silver armor that seemed to pulse with a heartbeat of its own. They rode nightmarish steeds—beasts of shadow and exposed bone, their eyes glowing with the same corrupted red light as the Progenitors. "The Crimson Knights," Valerius hissed, his voice trembling as he leaned against a charred pine. "The Sires' personal executioners. They don't track by scent, Killian. They track by the resonance of your soul."