Dark Matter Coffee Unicorn Blood Novels & Stories

Maera My eyes lifted slowly as my vision settled on the figure towering above me. His scent wafted towards me—cold and rotten. “We are one step closer to harnessing the power of the sun,” he said to the other standing in front of him, with his back facing my direction. “We have the wolf's Blood Witch!” “It's useless without one of their hearts,” the other vampire said to the figure in front of me. “Let's hope Shakar comes through.”

He put his hands up, “I’m sorry Amanda! It wasn’t a threat. Now stop dissing my dislike of coffee.” Amanda growled but retreated grumbling about incompetence. I sipped my coffee with a grin on my face, “Well, looks like we’re gonna have a fun day.” “It’s not my fault she practically insulted the moon goddess with whom she was given for a mate,” he threw his hands up. He was definitely taking this more seriously than it was intended. “I mean coffee is weird and vampires don’t normally eat or drink mortal foods. We survive off blood.” I shrugged, “It’s whatever. I practically live off coffee.”

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

"Meat is hard to find. This is a Vampire festival, so there will be different types of recipes mixed with blood. You might not like them." [Oh, then let's just scroll through the whole festival and eat at last from my special bag] He chuckled a little and held my hand. There are many things that I have never seen here. There is a game called Rog. There is a drink made with human blood with a slight mix of dragon's scale. It gives a magic rainbow color to the drink, and it's flammable. It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

I cut myself off before I said too much. Scott’s expression softened, but before he could say anything, I swiped his cup and took a sip. One swallow later, I spat it back into the mug, coughing. “What the actual hell is this?” My face twisted. “Why are you drinking coffee that tastes like charcoal at this hour?” Scott smirked, taking the mug back. “It’s called black coffee. It keeps me awake. And thanks to you, you just ruined it!!. “Well, it was terrible!” “Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.”

“Yeah, I just told them to make it disgusting.” I roll my eyes. “Still drinking it black like the real macho man you are? Or wait, don’t tell me, you and your tech-bro buddies drink fair trade coffee blended with organic butter.” He narrows his eyes at me. “No, I prefer that coffee made from elephant dung. It’s a delicacy.” “Only you would think drinking shit is a delicacy.”

Luna Amelia placed a hand on my arm to stop me, but I stood up and said, "It is not a problem, Luna. I will make him a warm cup of coffee." "Good," Kincaid said, sitting down. "Two cubes of sugar. A sachet of milk and one cube of ice to cool it down." I smiled as I went to the counter. I poured badly ground coffee seeds into the cup and added extremely hot water and 3 cubes of sugar. Then I added one satchel of milk, stirred it gently, and carried it to the table. I placed it in his front and bowed submissively before I retreated.

There is only one other person sitting at the bar and a couple of girls wearing bridesmaid sashes in the corner at a booth. Bree walks over and sets my usual down. I nod my head in thanks and start drinking my scotch. Five hours later, I am still sitting here. I am beyond wasted. Bree has asked me several times is she can close out my tab, but I just keep shoving twenties her way. Her husband Lyle owns the bar and I know with the newest competition, they are struggling, so she says nothing as I let her know I'll be heading out once I see yet another brawl between two annoying frat boys break out. Bree tells me several times that I should sleep in their office for a few hours or at least drin