Vampire Blood Incense Novels & Stories

I asked her as i rubbed my palms together and she nodded before pulling me into her for a hug. "Of course, Wu" She whispered into my ears before pulling me away to give me a kiss. "We're in a graveyard" I teased before she playfully took me by my hands to run, our legs digging into the snowy grounds as she smiled. And then i threw one final glance at the book that almost took eternity to write and looking at the boldened title from afar— VAMP —i smiled, because this was the story of us. And not just because it was finally my big break but also because i knew she would love it. Afterall, you did. THE END.

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.

He said and I sighed. “Vervain.” I muttered and he moved closer to me. “Say what now?” He asked me and I nodded my head as I turned to him. I nodded my head again, “I found out about a vervain and I happen to have one. It makes vampires loss consciousness and most times, it causes much more damage than just losing consciousness to them.” I sighed, “I have planned to put it in his blood this night but then, I…” the moment it came to my mind that my reason for not wanting to add the vervain in his blood was probably stupid, I kept quiet.

Hello everyone! Welcome to this Vampire story. It has werewolves and Witches too but the main lead is a vampire so everything revolves around him. The world background I attempted I hope you will like. It is a slow-burn book and gore .. Also it has explicit scenes I don't recommend under age. ★Excerpt★ She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together." ''Darling why your lips were swollen , Did anything bite your lip?" Smirking Majesty held her close ...

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.

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.

It didn't take long for the metallic taste of blood to reach my tongue. I've been told that even the smallest scent of blood during this night could make a Vampire unable to hold themselves together. Even if that's not exactly what I wanted to happen, it was the only thing that I could do. Conjuring whatever last drop of courage that I could muster, I slowly exhaled a breath through my mouth. The taste of my own blood was like tasting poison, knowing that it was going to get me killed. I flinched as Nico's head suddenly shot up, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

Why though? She took the privacy given to her and retrieved garlic from the kitchen and went into the spare bedroom. She glanced around the tiny space, familiarizing herself with the quilted blanket on the bed. The white curtains pulled closed and an altar sat across the bed with a small circular mirror. A mortar and pestle, an incense holder and several crystals. Willow went to work on grinding down the garlic into fine bits, then lighting the incense. Lavendar filled her senses, relaxing her mind and body as she pressed her hands together. Due to her unexpected visit to Hecate, she failed to deliver an offering. She hoped this would suffice the Goddess. A warmth embraced her, calming her w