Dark Matter Coffee Unicorn Blood Novels & Stories

I had no magic to fight with. "Use one of the dead witch's blood," Kristoff said, making a strange suggestion, and I did not know what he was thinking, but I went for it. The witch I was attracted to was not dead but was on her way. The moment my wolf touched her, I felt her magic and blood drain into me, and I suddenly felt like I did when I pulled on Desiree's magic, only that this was my magic. I felt the life force of every blood member, and I realised what had happened to me. I moved toward Maria and sent a blast towards her ash mass. It was forceful enough to release Desiree from its grip. Their cover over the atmosphere had reduced. So I pushed harder, allowing Desiree time to gather

No one was talking, and I was growing bored. With an exasperated sigh, I stood up and headed toward the bar. It was well stocked, but with a manly collection of booze. It took a little bit of thinking, but I had a few pretty colored drinks made up eventually. I garnished them with tiny umbrellas because it’s impossible to be mad when you have a froo froo colored drink with an umbrella in it in your hand. Once they were handed out to two very confused lycans, I took mine over to the pool table and started racking up.

It looked too red to be a wine and too thick too. It looked like......blood. I shook away the thought. 'Why will she drink blood'. I probably said it out because Julia looked up suddenly and shot me a dark look. I wonder how she hears things that are said quietly. 'How's your dog, Maya?'. 'He--uhm-- I don't know. I haven't seen him since---uhm---alina took him from me'. 'Oh, so sad'. 'Yeah'. 'You could go see him if you want, ask one of the maids to take you there'.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

“Hey, want some hot chocolate? It’s getting cold.” “I’m fine, but I’ll take the hot chocolate. It’s been two weeks without sweets, and I’m starting to show withdrawal symptoms,” I joked. We stopped at a small shop that only served drinks. The menu was incredible—anything from "Penguin Coffee" to "Unicorn Hot Chocolate." Naturally, I had to try the unicorn one. When it arrived, my jaw dropped.

she grins. Invidia rises from her chair, pulls a small vile out of her back pocket and holds it up to the candlelight. Inside the vile is a silver liquid, a liquid I presume to be God’s blood, but it looks different…it’s not the vibrant silver I’ve seen the few times I’ve witnessed a God bleed. It’s darker, almost a gunmetal colour. It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way.

"We need to talk." I sat inside a coffee shop with a cup of coffee in my hand as I smiled at the creamy taste. Vampires didn't need food since human food was too light or disgusting to taste and lacked the metallic and unique flavor of blood but coffee rich in cream always has my day feeling terrific and that was enough for me. I dropped the cup and I enjoyed the sunlight hitting my skin as I moaned softly. I was always strange; my siblings who are originals like myself said that when we had gotten the daylight ring.

The Frenchman could turn deadly in less than a second. Malcolm nodded at his friends. "Shall we go to my office?" "Yeahh," Henri replied to the group. "Jacob tells me you have some new drinks for us tonight." "Yes. They're the latest from my line of Fusion Cuisine." Malcolm escorted the men down a hall to his office. "The first one, Bubbly Blood, is a combination of blood and champagne. It'll be advertised as the drink of choice for those special vampire occasions." " Formidable, mon ami." Van-nilsen smiled. "I have sorely missed the taste of champagne."

“Why would I willingly drink something called Midnight Regret?” “Because it pairs well with adult life.” She rolled her eyes but ordered something safer—“Vanilla Daydream”—while I got the Regret just to annoy her. When the barista handed me my drink, the cup literally had a tiny cartoon crying on it. She burst into laughter. “That suits you.” “Wow. Savage.” We sat at a picnic table off to the side, tiny fairy lights reflecting in her hair. She cut into her dough bomb and groaned. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “This is insane.”

“I bring you something worth waiting for.” Ivy arched a brow. “Another trinket? Or did you finally find a diversion better than the tavern girls?”My smile was thin, secretive. “Neither. I found her.” At that, both women straightened. “The hybrid?” Valentina asked quietly. I nodded slowly. “She’s with the Shadow Mountain pack. I smelled her blood tonight.” His voice lowered, hungry with memory. “It is not wolf’s blood alone. Forbidden, and yet… intoxicating.”