Novel & Cerita Vampire Blood Candle

With a hoarse voice, my wife managed to ask the vampire man who prepared something for her. “Before I answer everything you want to know, here, drink this blood.” Vladimir gently handed me a cup of blood, making my wife look at him doubtfully. With a slight chuckle, he added. “You’re a Monte Cruz, and every Monte Cruz bloodline needs to drink the moon’s blood, known as the Blood Moon Curse. Trust me, it will help.” “The sound of it makes me not want to drink it.” With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle.

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

Her hair, as usual, was wild, and an apron was tied to her waist with purple bruises all over her body as she lit up the candles. Each one had a carved symbol of a blood moon on its body. The candle represented something ominous in the pack. Only witches used it for rituals. She was definitely not going to sacrifice or hell drink my blood. Whatever witches did these days. The light from the candle made it easier to see my pimp’s face. Her eyes were closed tight and her hands lifted up in a prayer. “Sanguis… Vinctum… Aperire…” She said in a strange language. My eyes caught a painting of two werewolves drawn near a blood moon with a girl in the middle with fierce eyes.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Shantelle said full of confusion. What's happening to me? Why is it like this? I thought they could smell my blood. When I first set foot here, they smelled my blood. But, why not now? Is it possible that Lola Eny has something to do with this? The ritual she did before is probably the reason why they couldn't smell my blood. “Ahhhhh!” We turned to a male vampire who screamed. My eyes widened when I saw his body was smoking. His jacket is on the floor. How did that get there? He couldn't take it off because it would hurt him.

Alexis spread her arms, and closed her eyes for a moment on there right now. “Ego Alexis Calder. Hominibus puro sanguine in corpore toto. Purus lamia venator sanguis. Auxilium tuum peto venatores lamia in circuitu mundi. Ubicumque es, modo ad me veni. Auxilium tuum mihi opus est contra bellum cum lamis malis. Huc veni, quaeso, venatores lamia circum orbem. Adiuva me ut perficiam propositum vitae meae ut mala lamia ex hac terra deleam. Ponere posse stateram vitae nostrae, sicut venatores lamiae, boni lamiae, et homines. Ego Alexis Calder, venator vampire sangui- nis. Iterum te rogans, venatores lamia in circuitu mundi ad me veni et adiuva me ut hoc bellum vincas. Veni. et veni...” Alexis mutt

I asked looking at the new item she added in the already list of things I bought for the earlier spell. “They are ashes and this candle I bought from one of my friend. This is not some ordinary candle; its wax is prepared from the dead carbon of the purge of underworld. They are scented.” I saw her face light up in excitement. She was enjoying it, her voice wavering as she explained me everything. “You know they say the scent can make a memory come alive, the spirits we calling needs to lure with this candle. Once the spirits answered us, we have the time till the candles extinguishes.” She said and I hummed trying to remember everything by repeating it inside my mind over and over.

She understood that they would crave blood but other than that she could not find any answers. They returned to the castle by half past eleven during the night. It was quite dark inside the building and the lights of the castle were off. Nomatter how hard she strained her eyes she still could not see. Luckily, Kyson was by her side and with his super vision he led her carefully into the living room, while pondering as to why the lights where off. There were many candles, torches and solar lights in the storeroom. He just couIdn't understand.