Vampire Blood Candle Novels & Stories

“Now that I’ve collected your dowry, we’re off on our eternal honeymoon. Aren’t you excited, baby? I totally am!” Noticing her confused glances about her, the vampire continues his idiotic monologue. “What is it, my lovely? Oh! you’re wondering how I managed to get your dad. Well, I have to admit, it’s a bit dickish of me, but these—,” he gestures to the undead clogging up the plaza, “—they’re yours. Candlewood’s, I mean, their dead. See, it stood to reason that you’d set up barriers against your known enemies, but not against corrupted versions of yourselves. And even though these dead are acting under my command, they’re still your Candlewood pack. Pretty fucking clever if I do say so myse

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

The place where fear had once lived and been replaced by something harder. “Interesting,” she murmured. She turned away at last, drifting toward the shelves carved into the stone walls. Her fingers brushed over objects older than memory—rings blackened with age, bones etched with runes, coins from fallen empires. She lifted a small vial filled with dark, sluggish liquid. “This,” she said, holding it up, “is the blood of a vampire who believed rage made him righteous.” She tilted the vial slightly. The liquid inside shifted unnaturally.

Master Vampire’s House (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the chamber. Darius lay sprawled on his king-sized bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half-naked red-haired female trailed her lips across his chiseled torso, her hands eagerly exploring every inch of his cool, pale skin.

I've always been a bit self-conscious about my size, regardless that Vampires were naturally taller than humans and the fact that humans were typically bred to be smaller. "Well, yeah. But I didn't think that affected my blood." Master nodded, taking a step forward. "You carry less blood than a typical human, but that's nothing to be ashamed of." It just made it that much easier for him to kill me. Maybe he'd decide that he wanted a pet with more blood and just dispose of me soon. Again, I shifted the conversation. I just found it so strange how open Master was about this whole thing. "Were you," I stopped myself, trying to put together the right words," Serious about the blood moon thing?"

Leesa noticed he held the pipe well away from the skull. “I'm not certain that would be wise,” he said. “I've been thinking about the possible repercussions of doing just that. I'm not sure people need to know that vampires are real, especially with all the misinformation out there. Besides, it turns out vampire bone is even more sensitive to light than vampire skin. That's the reason for the candles. Daylight would disintegrate the skull. Even normal room lighting damages it.” He smiled. “It's a good thing grave robbing needs to be done at night, or this could have dissolved in my hands.”

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

The aroma of freshly drawn blood permeated the atmosphere, and those who were standing outside were taken aback to see a group of regular humans gathering around a vampire. They didn't understand how they could appear so knowledgeable, but they managed to kill the vampire by driving a stake through his heart. Vampires lose the ability to see and make use of their eyes when they use mirrors to create light. Smart people know that to kill a vampire, they need to take advantage of all the seemingly useless items that are being thrown away. They even can use knives to sever the heads of vampires and set fire to the rest of their bodies.

"A vampire with good self control. You really think I would drink your blood when we are in a life and death situation?" "Well, I mean don't vampires usually lose their sense of control at the smell of blood? You seem more human to me. Even sunlight doesn't hurt you." I asked, curiously. "That's because I'm a Vampire King belonging to the purest blood of the vampires and a direct descendent of the First Vampire." "Cliché."