Novel & Cerita Vampire Blood Candle

Vlador said before standing up. He walked to one side of the room, turning his back to everyone. Staring at the blood in the bowl, he had to restrain himself from letting his fangs come out. His irises turned red, and he held his breath. Vlador never thought he would have to do this to get money. When vampires were thought to be extinct, he could no longer slaughter to get money. Glancing left and right, he sipped the blood into his mouth and closed his eyes. Once he swallowed it, his eyes opened, and his irises went back to their golden brown.

Witches came to camp in the boundaries of venngreberg in disguise,vampires there were too weak to smell their presence except a little boy with special abilities called Perseus,he saw through the disguise but couldn't do anything because he was only a boy unless he goes to venngreberg and inform the king

I chuckled lightly, revealing my fangs a little and she immediately looked away. "You need to have your blood all over the relic. Because she has been dessicated for so many years, she'll first need the blood of a powerful being. The race doesn't matter." Kara said, turning to look at me. Without a word, I walked to the front of the table where the relic and the other materials needed for the spell were. Picking up the blade on the table, I slit my palm with it and emptied my blood on the nearby bowl. Vampires heal very quickly, so the cut healed in no time. I repeated the same process again and this time, I noticed it only took a matter of time for it to heal.

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

He walked past the candles, which flickered gently as if bowing to him, then sat on a stone slab directly across from me, hands folded neatly on his knee. “Because your ancestors prevent you from using them.” My entire body went still. “My what?” He gestured lazily upward. “Take a closer look at the floating candles.” I did. I really looked. The flames were not normal. Neither were the candles themselves. Their waxy shapes were sealed in glass, and inside that glass… My breath froze. A faint red tint swirled within each one, like smoke...or liquid. “Each candle,” The Bishop said softly, “was made from the blood of your ancestors.”

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Elena, whose eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, I'd love to hear this explanation," Elena purred, leaning forward. The candle on their table flickered, casting ominous shadows across her face. "Do tell us, Lily dear, how you've managed to overcome centuries of hatred in just a few days." Lily took a deep breath, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla from the bar's incense mingling with the metallic tang of blood that always seemed to cling to vampires. She met Elena's piercing gaze, steeling herself for the revelation.

How the hell am I going to call the police now? The knock came again, and Camille’s angelic voice followed. “I told you I don’t drink human blood. I would never hurt you or any other human. Please believe me, sir.” Her tone was so sincere that I was almost fooled. What if this is just a plan of hers to lure me out of here and drain me dry? I won’t let that happen! I won’t let her take my blood! If I’m going to die in here, then so be it. But I will never listen to the words of a vampire only to fall to my death.

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

Caius's POV The small vial of red liquid glowed in the flickering candlelight. I held it up, watching how the blood—Sienna's blood—seemed to pulse with life even outside her body. "Perfect," I whispered. My rooms in the Vampire Court were sealed. Three black candles made a triangle on my marble floor. Ancient designs drawn in ash circled them. No one could know what I was about to do—blood magic was forbidden even among vampires.