Vampire Blood Candle Novels & Stories

This was neither the time nor the place, however, and I'm sure that Paul knew it wasn't over. In the meantime, he was adamant that it be more than an agreement but a blood promise, which is an oath that cannot be broken between vampires. It required each of us to share our blood, facilitated by a quick bite to our wrists and then sharing it with the others much like the ceremony that initiated us onto the Council. Alexis gave Kaniji a chilly look when she dared to look at him as if his blood was on the table for the offering, and she swiftly lowered her eyes. No one took blood from an Elder … Well, except for someone so blinded by her own lust that she acted without thought of consequences.

She had done all she could to locate the vampire, and now all that was left to do was wait and see what happened next. They all sat in silence for a few moments, her eyes fixed on the candle flame. As she watched, the flame began to flicker and dance, and the room seemed to fill with a strange, magical energy. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine and she knew that the vampire had been located. She had done it! She had used the black candle, the missing vampire personal belongings and the red thread to locate the vampire, and her spell had worked!

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

Elijah watched, not understanding what she would do, until Melia took a deep breath and reached her hand towards the flame without touching it. Elijah's brow unfurrowed, his eyes widened, and his mouth did the same. When Melia brought her hand closer to the candle, she noticed how her hand started turning red, and the tips of her fingers began to wrinkle slightly, much like a piece of paper crinkles when near fire. She could see her veins, which were not of a normal color but rather a neutral shade of red that descended until it reached where she had rolled up her sleeve. She felt like she had seen enough until she saw her wrist literally catch fire. Melia quickly withdrew her hand, emitting

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

"What are you talking about?" I asked Landon, my voice low but firm. I was about to turn and face him when he went in front of me himself. He towered over me, his eyes were dark and vicious looking straight into mine as if he wanted to look into my soul through them. I don't mind if he could. I don't care about anything else now. All I want is vengeance and I'm willing to do whatever it takes just to have that. "You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born."

I flush bashfully, heart palpitating and blood rushing with a burst. I alarmingly look away from our hands, the presence of his hand making my right thigh fidget. He's not staring at me when he affirms, "It was an incomplete array our predecessors who were after that Vampire left behind." "It renders those bloodthirsty degenerates unable to drink human blood. It becomes a lethal poison, several times deadlier than silver, and as potent as the sun" I feel a plunge in my being and rattle wholly into stiffness to hear him say that. My mind races a mile per minute and I refuse to speak anymore until we arrive at our destination.

“I’ll prove it to you, no matter what it takes.” Before I could respond, she took one of the candles that was lit in the room and held it out to me. She then took her canines and sliced her wrist, making her blood flow onto the candle. I watched in shock as her blood dripped down onto the wick, mixing with the flame. The room was suddenly filled with the metallic smell of blood, and the candle flickered with a crimson glow. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Cynthia held out the candle to me, her eyes never leaving mine.

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

She said quietly: “You won’t be alone. If things work out with your blood mate, you should perform the ancient blood marriage ritual. Not every vampire meets their fated mate, and you cannot wait forever. Do you understand?” I nodded and hugged her. “I hear you, Mother.” She left my chambers soon after. I decided to bathe before I went to sleep. “Who is there?” I called toward the doors. Yida, my valet, came running in. “Yes, my Lord,” he said, bowing. I gestured toward my heavy clothes, and he hurried to my side to remove them piece by piece. By the time I was in my robe, I was ready to collapse from exhaustion. I could not go on like this. I was about to reluctantly ask Yida to bring me a