Dark Matter Coffee Unicorn Blood Novels & Stories

I sat on the bed staring at the cooler. I was hungry. I felt I could not deny The truth any longer. I had too many things pointing out I was not human anymore. If the cooler had the answer, I had to know. I needed the truth. I got out of bed, walking to the cooler, every Limb of my body shaking. I kneeled down next to the cooler, taking the lid off. There they were; 24; 8-ounce sized coffee cups of what I was sure to be blood. This was the same amount of blood that was in a human body.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

It looked more like supernatural armor than training gear. “Vampire training,” I groaned. “Because wolf training wasn't intense enough?” I dragged myself out of bed, only to find Zane already up and watching me with those intense eyes that seemed to see right through me. “You should get ready,” he said softly, sliding a cup of what looked like some energy drink toward me. The drink was a deep crimson color — probably not something you'd find in a regular coffee shop. It tasted like a mix of berries, iron, and something else. Something ancient.

Gabriel just looked at her sheepishly as he saw the hope die down in his mate's eyes she was under the impression she might have a second cup of coffee waiting for her later on, as he poured the rest of the blood bag into the Thermo mug. “I might drink it,” Scarlett said, eyeing the mug of mixed content as she weighed her options of a coffee high. “Ew,” Sasha and Lydia said in Unison. Scrunching up their noses in disgust at the idea of their friend drinking blood-infused coffee. “Desperate times ladies,” Scarlett said, shrugging her shoulders. “I will break Mikael’s neck and drive you to the nearest coffee spot before I let you drink that,” Lydia said eyeballing Mikael’s McDonald’s coffee mu

"Blood of the Wise is a very rare wine, Your Highness. It's one of our collection, but we only have one..." Fear was evident on Orion's voice but he sounded like he was implying that he can't give it to us because it's the only one. "I'm willing to pay. How much?" Demitri got something on his pocket, a pouch of gold I suppose, and it fell down before Orion's feet. "We can give you more if you want. Just give us the wine," Prince David said.

His knuckles whiten around the stem of his wine glass. "She booked the private dining room at Le Cœur Noir." The name hits like a slap. “The Black Heart” where Arthur celebrated after every corporate takeover. Where my father drank his last martini before the “Scheherazade.” I snap the invitation in half. The torn edge reveals a hidden layer, a molecular diagram of the toxin that killed our baby. Damien's glass shatters against the wall. "Exactly," he says softly. Lucina greets us in a backless gown the color of dried blood, the fabric slit to her hip. Her emerald choker pulses faintly like a bioluminescent tracker, or something worse.

“Ah!” She’s looking quite chipper, a cardboard cup tray dangling from her fingertips in a way that makes me so sure she’s stabbed her nails into the bottom to hold it still. “I was hoping you lot would be up! Coffee?” She plops it down rather unceremoniously. I find myself looking closely as Damon lifts one with his name scrawled on the lid, but it doesn’t seem to have any puncture holes through the bottom. Strange, considering how perfectly she’d sat the thing on the tips of her fingers. I take one. No crows today.

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

Any dark deed required a binding contract, one signed with the vital fluid that sustained life. He looked around for a dry spot to set the candle and paper down. Pools of water glowed in pearlescent gold, formed from the damp dripping from above. Stained by moss it didn't even look like water, rather like urine, tainted by infection. After a few moments he found a reasonably dry spot and knelt down carefully, unravelling the map and turning it over to look at the small writing on the back. He withdrew his knife, tracing a circle about him before puncturing the palm of his hand and allowing the blood to form a pool before casting it over the candle and onto the stone. It sank into the surface

When he returned, he held out a small glass bottle filled with a transparent liquid. “You can use this instead,” he said, his fingers trembling as he handed it over. I took the bottle and examined it. It looked completely ordinary, like nothing more than water. “What is this?” I asked, shaking the bottle slightly. “A poison,” Bennet said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s called the Blood of Death. One of the deadliest magical substances in existence. The victim doesn’t even need to swallow it—just a single drop touching an open wound is enough to kill. It’s colorless, tasteless, and impossible to detect. If you want Jack dead, administer it yourself.”