Rosario Vampire Gin Novels & Stories

Dizziness took over me instantly, my glass of wine left my hand and dropped to the floor shattering to pieces, drawing attention to where I was standing. “Aria are you okay?” my friends said in unison as they circled me to know what they could do to help. The smell of their blood, how I felt their blood circulating through their veins and the curiosity of how good it could taste, I was just at the peak of committing homicide. Breaking through the circle, I ran to the bathroom and closed it behind me. I ran to the mirror looking at the beast I was becoming. Goosebumps filled my body, fangs started growing out and my eyes glowed red.

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

Yet as a humanoid figure stepped from the brush, its red eyes locked on me, I knew it was already too late. Though I could only detect a vague outline and those red eyes, I could tell that this was the skinniest vampire I had ever seen in my life. His clothes were ragged, hanging from his limbs with pieces torn off in strips. As he looked me in, he started to smile, his extended fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Now, wait a minute,” I said, holding up my hands. “We can talk about this! You don’t want to hurt me! I belong to…” I reached up to my collar, but found that it was missing.

“Please, let me know if there is anything else you need.” Luciano didn’t even look at her. He brushed her off with a sharp, dismissive flick of his fingers, his focus entirely on Rosa. The waitress’s smile faltered, and she quickly retreated. Luciano picked up a glass and held it out to Rosa. “I already ordered a frappuccino,” she said, her voice steady as she indirectly refused the wine. Luciano didn’t pull the glass back. “I canceled it,” he said smoothly. “We are here to celebrate your victory, Rosa. We’ll start with this. I’ve selected several vintages for you to try today—all of them rare, all of them older than you.”

Every passing car felt like the world moving on while I stood still, shattered and unseen. By the time neon lights blinked around me, I was half-numb. The bar door swung open with the weight of my shoulder, the sour-sweet scent of liquor wrapping me like a stranger’s embrace. “One whiskey,” I croaked, dropping onto a stool. Then another. And another. The burn in my throat was better than the one in my chest. “Rough night?” The voice slid through me, deep and smooth. I turned, vision hazy, to find him.

Those words were enough for Elvin and without wasting any more time he quickly buried his sharp teeth into the deep skin of his wrist and within seconds there was a huge pile of blood flowing from one of his vein which he very casually placed over a wine glass and in front of my eyes his blood got mixed into the red wine making it impossible for anyone to figure out that there was a vampire blood inside it. Elvin raised the glass towards me like he was raising a toast so I tried to grab the glass from his hold but it was really difficult for me to even raise my hand for a quarter and I ended up failing which made me feel ashamed but Elvin on the other hand was very patient while I was suffer

He specifically asked for a tequila on the rocks. -I didn't know you didn't like champagne. - Champagne deserves to be enjoyed on other occasions, not for what we are going to experience today. - Voslov said, closing his speech with a chilling smile that put the groom on alert. Ciro looked at him closely as he drank his tequila. At first glance, nothing seemed out of place, but the Italian looked beyond the first impression and found a sharp object held in place by an elastic band at the height of his calf.

He’d been planning to secure something beyond death, something that meant even if he fell, his empire wouldn’t. I couldn’t allow that at all. Finally I stopped pacing, my eyes falling on the small round table in the corner. A bottle of Don Julio sat there like a waiting friend, its golden liquid beckoning on me. I grabbed it with shaking hands, uncorked it, and poured two fingers into a glass. The first sip burned down my throat, hot and punishingly, just the way I needed it. “Cesare Rossetti,” I muttered under my breath, the name tasting bitter.

Vados approaches the pair that politely wait. Vados is a Gorgualy and human mix. His skin is that of human flesh that looks like it has been tempered with the elements of the forest. With each step, he takes some of his skin flakes off of his face like bark from a tree and falls to the ground. Those eyes of his are a pale blue that looks like they have been corrupted with a sickness. That forestry body of his wears a black coat, and black capris with a belt that has a strap for his pistole. The chest is exposed and out in the open as he does not have a shirt on. There are many scars on his stomach and chest but they all look like carvings as if children carved along his body as they would on

Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her. “I made it myself,” Tyler said. “And I added the flourish,” Taylor said. “It’s your typical sangria,” Tyler said. “A little wine, a little fruit—” “And a little something special,” Taylor interjected, “To add a kick. Just for vampires. Fresh venison blood.” He took the pitcher and poured some into a large, jewel-encrusted goblet. Caitlin took it and drank. It was delicious, and it went right to her head.