Vampire Blood Incense Novels & Stories

I requested. Blood wine is a wine that is made out of human blood, it was permeated for years, made into blood and it has a different type of smell and taste, compared to normal human blood that hasn’t been permeated. “Yes sir.” The guard responded and rushed toward the direction of the cellar. — Who said vampires don’t get a migraine in the morning? Especially when they take something strong? My head feels like it is going to explode. I held my head in place, sitting up from my position and I looked around the room, hoping I will find a bottle of water perhaps.

Inside, the atmosphere hit me like a drug. The air was thick with the scent of expensive incense, aged wine, and something darker — copper and desire. Soft, haunting classical music (something like a corrupted Chopin) floated through the vast halls. Crystal chandeliers cast a low, golden glow that made every shadow seem alive and hungry. Men and women in exquisite formal wear mingled with beings who moved with impossible, predatory grace. And then I saw them. The vampires.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.

It was taking almost all of my remaining strength, which wasn’t much to begin with, to not throw myself at him. “Vampires inject aphrodisiac into our prey whenever we feed,” he began to explain, leaning in close enough that his breath was tickling my lips. Upon noticing that his antics were indeed affecting me, a confident smirk broke out on his face. “That way, the process would be pleasurable for both of us.” A blush crept up to my cheeks. With my hands on his chest, I immediately pushed him away, but I couldn’t even get him to budge with how weak my body felt. “Just get it over with so I can leave.”

Barely a minute had passed since my orgasm but my cock was already hardening under her heated gaze, responding to the promise in her eyes. Her eyes met mine again and she bit her lip. The pain was gone now and in its place was a raw, naked hunger that had nothing to do with blood. "Elias," she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice dropping an octave, husky and wrecked. She shifted in my lap, her hips grinding down against my thigh. I groaned, my head falling back as a wave of lust crashed over me like a tidal wave. The blood. It acted as an aphrodisiac for vampires, a potent stimulant that heightened all senses.

The air in the old ballroom was a living thing, thick with the scent of aged wine, beeswax, and the coppery tang of fresh devotion. It was a perfume Valtor had come to know intimately in the three weeks since he’d infiltrated the inner circle of the Crimson Coven. He stood against a marble column, his new vampiric senses hyper-aware of every sigh, every rustle of silk, every pulse that beat in the throats of the mortals who wandered through the throng, their eyes glazed with a mixture of terror and rapture.

However we all knew how deadly our bite was to vamps and you can bet your last dollar these were vamps. As the air began to change I stopped dancing with Iris and pulled her behind me, I looked around the vines had that weird purple vine in them that I’ve only ever seen when Iris uses her power. Shadows were bouncing all over the place with quiet hisses and shrieks, and if I didn’t know better I would say they can’t touch her vines. The shit hit the proverbial fan when the vines haltered, they stopped moving upwards but still grew width ways. Shadows that were moving between the trees came to a halt above the vines and the smell over death filled the air. The smell of vampires was always so

When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose. He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY… In Qillalon’s room.

He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.” “Open the box, let’s feed so we can get going,” Rancid said. “It might be the two of us, I think Bohdan wants to stay.” “Fuck that,” Isaac said as he tore open the box. Inside the box were individual containers that resembled what you’d find in a soda machine all labeled with the same warning as on the larger box. When they served the vampires at lunch, they always poured the contents of the bottles into a Styrofoam cup and threw away the original container. None of the vampires had ever seen where the blood product came from, or the label. It was felt it was better if they didn’t know what the ingredients were