The Virgin Vampire Only Drinks Milk Novels & Stories

she said gently massaging her temples and checking her phone for any life-threatening messages from Luca but there was none. "Of course, it's going to feel like that. You shouldn't have drunk so much last night." Violet said as she motioned at the maid outside to come in. The maid stepped in with a glass of some liquid which smelled bad. "Wait, what? Did I drink last night? I recall playing truth and dare," she said, chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "The juice from last night was the famous intoxicant of vampires," Violet said and Angela's eyes doubled in size.

I shuddered, my knees almost buckling. He brought those fingers to his lips. I gripped his hand and stopped him before he could put them into his mouth. His fingers were tinted pink with my wetness. The tears, the semen, the wetness between my legs—what we Vampires accept as natural is something I'm not so sure wouldn't thoroughly disgust a human. "Paul, I'm a Vampire," I said. "What makes my body wet is blood." He smiled. "It's okay. I'm a Werewolf. It's what I eat."

She sighed in relief even though she was shocked at the discovery of the king being her saviour. Suddenly she looked up at the maid who was filling the glass of water for her, "But why am I feeling so much pain? Her whole body is hurting." The maid sighed forwarding the glass towards the omega before answering. "It's an aftereffect of vampire wine, the wine is specifically made for vampires, and even vampires like me, lowly ranked can't handle it, then why do you a werewolf think that you can handle it." This silenced Zinnia, she didn't ask another question and grabbed the glass before chugging on the water like she had been thirsty for years.

She said inwardly as she quickly walked back to her room. After the intense sex, Camilla held onto Sebastian on the bed. "That was good" she said biting her lips while looking into Sebastian's eyes. "Yes but something bad is about to happen" Sebastian said and Camilla blinked repeatedly and before she could ask why he said that, Sebastian moved quickly and she felt something sharp sinking into her neck. She wanted to scream but instead tears fell out of her eyes as she felt Sebastian sucking her blood. "What...are you? Camilla asked while crying. She had heard about stories of vampires but never believed it. Even now, she wished it was a dream. A bad dream. Pulling away from her neck, Sebast

“You are bleeding?” “I…” She stammered, her cheeks coloring, and he realized that she was bleeding as a result of the rape. “It’s not that bad.” “Hmm,” he evaluated her. “Let me know if that changes.” “I’m thinking no to that,” she said, wide eyed and shaking her head. “What can you do? And I am… Not letting you do to me what they did.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I do not rape. But I am a vampire,” he bared his teeth and used his tongue to probe his canine. “If I did not have the ability to heal when I drink, those that I drink from would bleed profusely and possibly die.”

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?

An annoying trait unless you’re the one threatening them. “You know why I’m here, Megara. And it would be better for both of us if we stopped pretending otherwise.” I reach for her cup and take a sip. The metallic tang of blood hits my tongue, and I spit it back into the glass. “Damn vampires,” I mutter. “A person with taste would at least mix in a splash of scotch. Or vodka.” “You hate vodka,” she says, rolling her eyes before placing a hand over her chest in a mock swoon. “Oh, you remember. I’m touched.”

"She can't control her thirst. She constantly thinks about drinking blood and she recently attacked a deer in their pack and drained it of blood. She is worried about attacking an innocent person just to quench her taste." The queen looked at Ava and sighed. "You should have told me if you were curious about blood. You are still a new vampire, you should have started with a low concentrate blood that way you would be able to gradually build up your self control. Evena didn't know this so he gave you normal blood which you shouldn't have taken." "Low concentrate blood?" Evena asked in confusion. "Yes, ten percent blood essence mixed with red wine. Infant vampires usually consume this." Evena

She closed the door behind her and walked towards me. "You scared the shit out of me girl. Do you have any idea how scared I was when I found you lying on the ground unconscious? Oh, God. It creeped me out. You should eat more, Sia. You have become fragile, that's why you fall unconscious. Here you go. Have this milk, it will help to boost your energy." I made a disgusting face looking at the Milk. "Girl, I'm a vampire. Not a kid. I don't drink milk. If you want to boost my energy then bring me a bag of blood instead of this glass of milk." I told her with a cringed face and she laughed at me.

What I learned horrified me. My blood had been altered by Nevi. My milk contained just enough vampire to affect Geoffrey. The fact that I kept reproducing the supply of milk did not help. Instead of getting the erotic taste he’d been seeking, he was literally filled with vampire milk. That’s what he called it… vampire milk. It was like some insatiable thirst over took him. The more he got of it, the more he wanted. Unfortunately, my body obliged. He told me that vampire milk made him angry instead of passionate. He wanted to hurt me because I’d been with Nevi. He used his only weapon at the time. He didn’t know what surprised him most. The fact he’d acted upon his jealousy and used his manho