Vampire Blood Incense Novels & Stories

Another figure leapt out of the darkness to where she was lying, picked her up and hoped away Earlier, Damien had gone hunting for blood. Damien didn't usually hunt for blood every night, a single person's blood was able to sustain him for a few days. However, ever since he crossed paths with Elsie, he has been strangely hungry for blood and never got his fill. He was deep in the forest, he picked up the scent of blood which meant someone was approaching. He got a feeling which wasn't the usual feeling the smell of blood gave him. Vampires, all vampires get crazy at the smell of blood when they needed their refill. They get drawn to it like a mouse does to cheese. But for Damien, his nose pe

I looked behind us and saw the vampires still staring at us, so I made Red walk faster. Blood is the vampires' source of life, but Red is disgusted by it. I can't blame Red because it's disgusting to see a bag of blood from an innocent human being whom they've already killed. "Red, we've left the canteen. You may now let go of my hands," I said, and he looked at our hands, then away, and let go of mine. "Should we return to our room?" I nodded when he asked. As we were walking back to our room, Red suddenly ran into a girl who was wearing reading glasses.

The base notes, however, are very peculiar and not quite human. Sorry. I should probably explain: all human scents have base notes of blood, sweet and savoury and alluring. Vampires have a different base scent, one of shadow and danger. This scent does smell of blood, but in a strange and off-putting way, like how the sweet scents of edible flowers or artificial cherry flavouring never smell as appetising as the soft fragrance of honey. (Not that this scent smells floral or like cherries, of course, just that it smells only superficially of sustenance.)

Then a scream of pain. “Son of a bitch!!!” the little one screamed as the euphoria of the bite left her, and the pain of stopping it and killing the being that had given her the pleasure tripled her pain. He watched as she took off her black long-sleeve shirt, looking around until she found a precious vase. He stared. She wouldn’t... sure enough, she went over and began vomiting black goo into a Ming dynasty vase that had been priceless before that little thing was even born, and now she was vomiting into it. He watched her purge herself of the virus in an almost fascinating mix of horror and anger at her unabashed use of one of his priceless things, then just as quickly, she pulled out a li

he asked. Pointing at them, “that in the bottle is holy water and, that wooden cross is the crucifix. Sprinkle holy water on a vampire and it burns. The crucifix keeps it away, just like Hawthorn, Vervain and Roses,” Rebecca explained. Johnson could not keep quiet, “do we need to study the Bible too coz, I think that’s where this is headed,” he queried looking serious and disturbed.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

Lucianne’s angered eyes turned sapphire blue, but before she could do anything, Draxon warned in a taunting tone, “Ah ah ah. Don’t even think about it, Lucy. You have no idea how many amigos I brought with me. You wouldn’t want everyone here to get vampire venom by accident now, do you?” Lucianne registered the strong scents of chrysanthemum and pine leaves, as did everyone else. As if through silent agreement, everyone started subtly sniffing out the individual scents on top of the general vampire odor, in order to count how many were surrounding them, and where their exact positions were.

He signed his hand to ask for Marrison to continue his conversation with Sonya. Sonya rubbed her forehead and tucked her hair strands in her ear. She sighed as she took her seat again. She smelled two different scents of male vampires in the room, the old one smelled like something was burned with some bloody scent but not too much gore, and the other smelled like a fresher blood scent that was hidden by a citrus, lavender, and sandalwood flavored perfume.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments. “It’s beautiful” she whispered as I pulled her close to my chest. “But not as beautiful as you are” I replied, kissing her lightly on the lips before we sat down. “Why are we here?” She asked, looking around as I poured out wine from the pitcher into our cups “I don’t take blood” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust as I chuckled a bit. “Don’t worry,I can’t give you blood, you’re not a vampire” I assured and noticed her expression relax.