Rosario Vampire Gin Novels & Stories

I gave him a small smirk. He rolled his eyes. “Vampires can eat garlic. In fact, I love it in my food. But your avoiding the question about the mirror.” I frowned. Luckily I was saved by the waitress who came back with our waters and took our drink orders. He was having a coke and whiskey, and I ordered a glass of Rosé. “A wine drinker I see,” he said when she walked away. “Yes, but only the cheap stuff, and I don’t like red wine.”

Coraline The first thing Zia Lucia did was grab a crystal glass and pour a deep ruby wine into it before holding the glass out to me. “Don’t worry,” she said when I accepted it. “Alessio told us you don’t drink alcohol. So this is dealcoholized. A rare vintage reserved for private tastings from the family vineyard.” I took a sip and the texture felt warm and velvety sliding down my throat. I tasted hints of cherry and plum and was immediately in love with the taste.

A waiter set down our drinks; Rios with his whiskey and me with a chilled glass of Rosé. “To our first full day in El Retiro,” he said, lifting his glass toward mine. I clinked it softly against his, meeting his gaze over the rim. “And to later,” I teased, my voice just above a whisper. Rios smirked. “Oh, babe, you have no idea what you’ve just promised.”

I said. * The Annexe wasn’t empty but there was a spare table by the window, directly beneath a distorted loudspeaker playing a collection of sentimental love songs. Kimberley removed her brown leather shoulder-bag and laid it under her chair. “Something to drink?” Our waiter asked. “Shall we share a bottle of wine?” Kimberley asked. “Why not,” I agreed and quickly ordered a bottle of Raso De La Cruz. A vibrant and fruity rose from the sun-kissed vineyards Cannena in northeast Spain, or so the wine list said.

“But I get to pick the poison.” Shrugging, I begin to follow as he sneakily makes his way through the room toward a cabinet in the back where all the alcohol is stored. Once he is inside, I wait until he emerges with a bottle of vodka and some cranberry juice. “Basic,” I giggle. “But it’ll do.” “This is Bacardi 151.” Marty points out as we head back toward our lodgings. “If this doesn’t put hair on your chest, I don’t know what will.”

His lips curled up, "Like right now." Nico leaned back, taking a sip from the blood in his glass. "Is that so?" he questioned. Xander's brows rose, his face full of pure confidence. "Are you trying to tell me that you're not worried that the same thing that happened to your last pet will happen again?" I flinched as Nico slammed his glass onto the table, catching the attention of some of the vampires around us. Even Doe let out an audible gasp at what he had just said.

Dell was focused on Anastasia, sending his aura to guide her back to that Victorian contraption. I reeled my thoughts back to the man. Flashing him a vicious grin, my fangs unsheathed. He trembled, gods I love the smell of a fearful rat. I tightened the grip on his mouth, whispering the incantation until his body lit up like the fourth July fire works. Symbols wrote themselves all over his face, and my wrist burned. Another ink appeared as the man faded into a dust of black smoke. I watched the light as it rolled out of his eyes.

‘What are you going to do with the body’ Nara asks. ‘The eyes are an antidote to the toxins’ Chevy replies, indigo uses a spoon to take out one of the eyes of the rabbit, he crushes it in a bowl and makes ivory drink it. ‘Ew’ Natasha says looking away. Soon ivory closes her eyes and falls asleep. ‘Is she okay’ Alfred asks. ‘Yes’ indigo says checking her vitals. They all sigh in relief. ‘So is the rabbit our dinner’ Chevy asks. ‘Yes’ Alfred replies ‘since I and ivory hunted you and nara should cook…also don’t you dare take the claws’.

Finally, she took out a bottle and opened it in one expert movement. She leaned under the bar and grabbed a chiseled crystal glass. She put it delicately in front of the vampire and served him a glass of wine. The vampire graciously took the crystal and sniffed the contents. "Mmm. That is exquisite. Romanée-Conti?" "That is correct, Elder." Augustin laughed softly and held out his glass to be filled. "Is this the '45 vintage?" Amber looked down at the bottle she was holding before nodding. The vampire's eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment, and he clicked his long nails on the wood of the counter. "What excess and lore the Crescent Moon pack is offering us tonight!"

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.