Vampire Blood Incense Novels & Stories

Valerie asked, referring to the necklace on Riley's neck. " My friend." " The star." Valerie said and smiled. " Can we please proceed?" I cut in. She closed her eyes and said an incantation twirling her hands around the weapons. She poured a dark liquid on the weapons and it gradually dissolved bringing out smoke. She opened her eyes and smiled at us. " Done." She said sharply. " Just like that." Bethany said and Valerie nodded smiling. " So how are we sure it's gonna work ?" I asked.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live. After a few moments later, he felt immobilized. Her blood's addicting scent attacked Clayton's senses. Holding her this close made him immediately addicted by her whiff. How could he miss this scent even with his super sensitive sense of smelling awhile ago? It's like a sweet but intense scent that he never encountered throughout his years of existence. He could not get himself out of the trance the lady's scent put him into. Despite the control hunters like him possessed. Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood.

Icy liquid choked its way down my throat. It dragged me back to consciousness. My eyes flew open. I was chained in a dark, underground cell. The air was thick with a dizzying, sweet aroma—the River of Forgetfulness, an expensive incense used to weaken a vampire’s power and senses. "Awake, are we?" a strange voice rasped. "You have a stubborn bloodline." I tried to fight my chains, but my body was terrifyingly weak. A vampire with a scarred face walked toward me, his eyes gleaming with madness.

"I smelt his scent... his Burning wood scent gives your werewolf scent a roasted hazelnut coffee smell and makes your vampire scent a dry froze midnight orchid smell.." I explain and he narrows his eyes indicating I needed to explain more than that, I groan at him giving him a summarised version.

The incantation was a spell of desiccation, one that would slowly drain the life force from the vampire and render it powerless. "*Obscura noctis tenere potentia, voco tenebris umbrae, Et umbrae effigiem Vampiri tangere, constringere, sub iugo tenere. Firmamentum noxium, vox obscura, ligare sanguinem et animam, Arte magica te corripiam, vinciam, atque te in nihilum redigam.Vampirus neque mortuus neque vivus sit, sed inter utrumque, exsistat, Nec requiem nec gaudium habeat, sed aeternum cruciatum patiatur. In nomine Daemonium, per Noctem Aeternam, hoc sicut dico fiat*" Nara chanted.

Through the whole transformation, I never released my grip on his throat or his manhood. "What the hell?" He was so spooked, his eyes bulged out, momentarily forgetting about the pain in his balls. "Who the hell are you?" "Your worst nightmare," I replied in a demonic voice, and smiled menacingly. My emerald eyes flared as I ripped his head off in one fluid motion. I held his head in my hands, watching his eyes close as his body twitched and fell to the floor. Vamp blood poured from his body, pooling wastefully upon the floor. Vamp blood is a luxury to other vampires. Like Dom Perignon to an alcoholic. At vamp speed, I ripped off his arms, making a dull thudding sound as I literally ripped h

I was losing too much blood. I needed to shift. Or call for my father. Thick and intoxicating. The scent of my blood filled the air like a drug. The vampires stilled, transfixed in their spot. One inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering,his breath shuddering as the smell of fresh blood assaulted his lungs, his eyelids flutter, his lips parting as if savoring the taste on his tongue, another let out a low guttural moan his finger twitching like an addict on the verge of losing control, they seem more rogue, my unhinged

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk