Vampire Blood Candle Novels & Stories

Though someone may have complained about the lack of vitality. However, something unexpected hit Dante when one day, a woman came to his door with a child claiming that he was his father. There was no way that Dante would admit it because he didn't believe in women anymore when his mother left, not to mention the pure pleasure from fresh. But the DNA test left him speechless. The woman asked for quite a lot of money and left without any hesitation, she was soon gone again as if she never appeared. If it wasn't because of the child standing lively in front of him, Dante would consider all this as a dream, a nightmare. He tried to figure out how he and the woman had the child but all he got wa

That was a lot of blood. “What’s next?” I asked curiously. “Just relax and watch.” He dipped the candle into the blood until it was completely covered in blood, then he began spinning it around, chanting in a language I didn’t understand. Then suddenly, a bright, blinding light shot from the candle, and I instinctively pushed Starlette behind me. The light vanished, and I stared at the now white candle. It was no longer stained with blood. The candle instantly lit itself, and I raised a brow. “Did it work?”

Cut through the smog and iron was the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of dead winter roses and cold ozone. Emerging from the black smoke like a weightless, lethal phantom was Carmilla Dracul. The Vampire Commander’s vanguard had been driven down from the spires by a massive, drug-fueled wave of Shattered Alliance outcasts. She was a whirlwind of midnight-silk and flashing silver, her newly forged rapier dancing with a terrifying, mathematical precision. But she wasn't alone. Trailing closely behind her, using her advanced Sanguimancy to weave coiling, lethal tendrils of liquid blood, was Lady Cynthia Bathory.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

, the bartender said, for the first time mentioning his name as he saw it on his contact card. Vladimir looked behind him where Katharine and Talon had been listening to their conversation. Katharine was also convinced like Vladimir there was nothing fishy about Nicole and her friends that night. Vampires sometimes purchase large human blood bags for birthdays, weddings, anniversaries and many other celebrations. In fact the week they encountered them, they didn't make any unusual human blood purchase, they simply made their regular orders and were enjoying their fresh human blood bags.

How did they even know that I was here? Suddenly, the vampire closest to Amy lunged toward her and in one fluid movement, she leapt down the stairs in a flying side kick and took the vampire’s head off with the sickle. Crimson blood splattered down the stairwell and across the wall as his head rolled down the stairs and his body went slack. Suddenly, his body burst into bright red, and orange flames, along with his head and the blood splatter across the walls. Kellen leapt toward the other vampire, doing an overhead front flip, ripping the other vampire’s head off. He held the head in his hand, dripping blood, then dropped it onto the floor and it, too, burst into bright red, yellow and oran

How did they even know that I was here? Suddenly, the vampire closest to Amy lunged toward her and in one fluid movement, she leapt down the stairs in a flying side kick and took the vampire's head off with the sickle. Crimson blood splattered down the stairwell and across the wall as his head rolled down the stairs and his body went slack. Suddenly, his body burst into bright red, and orange flames, along with his head and the blood splatter across the walls. Kellen leapt toward the other vampire, doing an overhead front flip, ripping the other vampire's head off. He held the head in his hand, dripping blood, then dropped it onto the floor and it, too, burst into bright red, yellow and oran

Sometimes, she was suddenly afraid of both fire and candlelight when the moment Vincent turned to ashes suddenly appeared in her mind. Samson returned to the castle and strode down to the basement room and fetched a bottle of dried blood, then poured it into a glass of water and stirred. Since Lucasta became more agile, he did not dare to leave these bottles of dried blood in his room arbitrarily. In the dim darkness, his tall and thin figure appeared on the wall and flickered along with the candle. - Why is the blood not so good today? Is it because it has expired or is it because Harvey bought the wrong blood of poor quality?

Though complete hunger was imprinted all over his face when he can't get over that delicate smell, he must preserve that blood, just like preserving a wine. “This fucking is bad,” Raverine seethed, realizing that he acted out of impulse when the rifleman fired. He can’t simply grab the woman and kidnap her. That woman is a cop. A brawl must come between first before Raverine could preserve the human blood. He drained his motorbike's fuel until he got away from the Cecil building. The blood that all the dying vampires crave. The blood that will give them their abilities back. The rarest blood that they thought was completely gone and dead.

Did he dream that he was awake, fighting his eyes open as Talen moved around the room clearing their possessions from the table, and laying upon it hundreds of candles and incense, in a make-shift altar. Did he dream the drift of the vampire’s hair over his body as Talen leaned over him, the golden, shifting candlelight playing over his face and catching in the stubble that dusted his cheeks? “I had hoped to do this with the full moon, as it should be,” the vampire said softly. “A mate should be taken with ceremony, with the moon upon our skin, and an altar adorned with flowers and tributes.”