Dark Matter Coffee Unicorn Blood Novels & Stories

A shade that appeared to be extremely terrifying was produced when sparkling fresh blood was combined with black. Miren was having a hard time, so she braced herself and vigorously nodded her hand. But the dark smoke wouldn't disappear no matter what Miren tried to do to clear the air. Miren was unable to flee because of the thing that clung to her body like a thinking creature and wouldn't let her go.

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.”

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

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."