Vampire Blood Candle Novels & Stories

With a little sigh he carried the bodies of the hunters to an open area and carefully collected what dry branches he could find. There could be no evidence left of this night. The vampire, too, had to be completely consumed by the fire so that there was no chance the tainted blood could find a way to revive him. The power of the vampire’s blood was incredible. Weakness was becoming an increasing concern for Zendedari. The fight had used up his last energies, and he still had to create and maintain a huge conflagration in the midst of a rain-soaked forest. The wolf howled again, this time much closer, obviously loping toward the scene of death and destruction, perhaps drawn by the smell of bl

Its speed was far from the speed of the vampires, nearly invisible for her eyes to easily detect, its eyes were candlelight orange. The candlelight eyes didn't immediately begin fighting the moment he reached the battleground, he first gave her a quick glance which racked fear through her. Also, the candlelight’s appearance rung her mind like déjà vu. The candlelight eyes growled and instantly began fighting the vampires. Having in mind that the battle wasn't for her, Kayla mustered up bravery and took flight, racing toward the place her car was.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

This is because everyone who I see here is a vampire. I completely forgot what Brixton had said earlier and carried on fiddling with the candle in front of me after hearing it. My sense of smell enjoyed it, and the perfume reminded me of a combination of flowers and vanilla, but the thing that intrigues me the most is that despite the candle's lovely aroma, its color was set to be black. This, despite the fact that the candle had a prim and correct appearance.

Trevor finishes lighting the candles and Blair rushes toward me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me closer as they all begin to sing. By the time they stop singing, the clock strikes the minute I was born, and I take a deep breath ready to blow out all 18 candles. But the front door crashes open, loud enough to make all of us jump, wind rushes into the room extinguishing my lit candles. My jaw drops as I see a man in front of me with piercing red eyes and when he opens his mouth, his fangs are undeniable. Vampire. There’s a vampire in our home. The fear in the room is so thick you could almost taste it. My ears feel like they’re ringing and I can faintly hear Trevor yell to Blair, “Blair,

Kinks: Vampire kink, bloodplay (light), possessive kink, dark romance. The night wrapped around the small room like a heavy cloak, thick and suffocating. The only light was a flickering candle on the windowsill, casting strange shadows that danced on peeling wallpaper. Every sound felt louder — my own breath, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady, quiet steps coming closer. He stood in the corner, watching me with eyes that glowed faint red in the dark. It wasn’t natural. It was something old and dangerous. My heart thundered so loud I thought he could hear it.

Since he is not guilty, we have to find who that serial killer vampire in Shadowvale is, before they attract the hunters and things get out of hand. ~~~~ LATER THAT DAY, I race back to the cave, clutching a bottle of animal blood. With a steady hand, I carefully drip the crimson liquid into Vivaldi's mouth. His skin begins to emit an eerie glow, and his body twitches. A chill dances down my spine as he stirs back to life, and I can't help but wonder if I've just unleashed a Pandora's box of trouble.

The candles lit up with purple flame, increasing the burn of the censer. I walked to the coffin… Well, I floated to the coffin. I opened the lid of the censer and looked into it. I found blood inside. The blood was as fresh as the day it was spilt. I took the pocket knife I took from Ace without his consent. Placing my hand over the censer, I slashed my palm deeply. Ace whimpered from where he stood. I squeezed my palms together and used the other to press my wrist. The knife turned to ash. My lips moved as I whispered the spell, pumping as much blood as I could. Satisfied with the amount of blood I had poured in, I closed the dragon censer and placed my bleeding palm on the head of the drag

But that didn't mean he wouldn't do anything he could to make sure it was him. "Open your mouth" Cassandra ordered. They only stared at her. "The blood castle is spelled for vampires, so you need vampire blood in you to see it and enter" She explained. That made a lot of sense. If they had known that, they could have just taken blood from Kim and avoided this whole mess. Cassandra bit the tip of her finger and let a couple drops of blood fall into each other their mouths. Seb expected it to be gross and coppery but it wasn't. Her blood was surprising sweet, yet bitter at the same time.

As the pain died down, he gripped the shackles binding his feet and ripped them apart as easily as if they were made of paper. A pungent smell wafted up his nose as he examined the bullet and instantly, he was able to figure out why it had taken only one to paralyse him. It was a wooden bullet laced with Vervain; the only herb on the planet known to harm vampires by taking away their ability to move. The wound healed the exact moment the bullet was withdrawn and Mason scrambled over to where Harley was still laid unconscious. Without another thought, he slid his hand underneath her and pulled her onto his lap, pushing strands of raven hair off her face. He moved his hand from her back to her