Rosario Vampire Gin Novels & Stories

“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.”

The drink glowed with an otherworldly light, tendrils of hellfire dancing just beneath the surface. "What in the world is this?" he asked, curiosity mingling with a hint of apprehension in his voice. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at his reaction. "That, my dear Sebastian, is a tequila sunrise. But with a little... kick." I winked, enjoying the way his gaze lingered on my lips. "Hellfire for an extra punch, and blood instead of grenadine. You know, just to keep things interesting." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and intrigue crossing his face. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "Blood, you say? And whose might that be? Yours, perhap

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

I said firmly. "It's not real blood, just wine made from blood-red grapes and spices. A symbolic drink, nothing more. I promise it's suitable for wolves." I took the glass hesitantly, sniffing it. It smelled like wine and cinnamon and something else I couldn't identify. Sweet and spicy at once. "To unlikely alliances," Cassius said, raising his own glass. I sipped the blood-wine. It was delicious, warming my throat as it went down. I took another sip, feeling some of my tension ease.

Dante’s secretary was at the bar with her friend who was equally seductive like her. They were already been drinking before Rio and Leonard entered the bar. The bar was not full at the moment, Leonard and Rio went in front of the bartender’s counter. Leonard asked the bartender what can he offer them to drink because there was no brandy or whiskey available. The bartender brings out a bottle of gold label premium rum, and tells them that this was one of Dante’s creations, the best of his creation, it was an eighty-nine-point nine percent alcohol.

Too bad I didn't care. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I entered the ballroom trailing behind Gwyn. It was lavishly decorated and almost filled with vampires dressed in expensive looking garments. Some eyes lingered on me but for the most part everyone mingled and laughed as if this was a normal party. Waiters carried trays with food and drinks around. One particular drink that caught my eye was dark red and smelled exactly like blood. "Would you care for a drink miss" A young human waiter stopped to ask me. He held a silver platter full of the red drink

His large fingers point to the napkin. “Oh. Um, it’s three shots.” I will myself to meet his eyes. “Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, and Johnnie Walker.” A head tilt now accompanies his smirk. “The Four Horsemen adds a shot of Jameson or Jose Cuervo.” I gulp. “Like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” I prattle on. “You’re an enigma.” “Excuse me?” The more we talk, the more I need my drink.

- I understand, dating a lot of rich businesspeople. – He said, with his eyes shining. Then, Rudolf presses a green button on the side of the table, and, after a few seconds, a waiter appears with a bottle of wine. While the waiter serves the drink, I read on the label “Flor de Pingus. Ribera del Duero.” At that time, Rudolf takes the glass that the waiter served, shakes it a little, brings it to his nose and takes a small sip.

He gave a suave smile, like a man who knew just how much effort he had put in and who did not need to be told that he was doing an amazing job at winning a belle over. “You sure do more than try.” I twirled my glass under my nostrils and took in its rich smell. “Smells like honey,” I guessed. His eyes lit up with pride immediately. “A woman who knows her wine—lovely. It's Vin Santos.” My brows creased as I tried to recall if I had ever come across it before. “It's Italian. Made from dried grapes.” He raised his glass, and I did the same, clinking our glasses to a beautiful night. “You look beautiful, Iris.” He told me, running his eyes around my upper body.