Vampire Blood Incense Novels & Stories

but my parents taught me to always keep the mate bond. I come upon a lake and it looks like there was a struggle, I can smell wolf's blood and the eucalyptus and peppermint is back but it's mixed with tobacco and rum, I'm worried now, maybe my mate has been hurt. I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!"

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

I am in serious trouble, Rebecca thought, her academic professional veneer suddenly feeling like tissue paper. She came to a halt three feet from the door, close enough to catch the scent bleeding out from the grand entrance hall. It wasn’t the clinical, cold aroma she expected of a vampire elder. Instead, she was hit by a rich, haunting wave of mint, myrrh, and jasmine, lingering like a ghostly presence in the air. Underneath the sweet, ancestral floral notes lay his own distinct scent—cedar, cold stone, and something dark and nameless that pulled low in her belly, immediate and shameless.

She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said. "So, how do I know if that person is a vampire or not?" asked Leora. Eleanor sighed deeply. "Can't be exposed to the sun. Even if he can, he won't stand it too long. The power will be absorbed and can even burned," Eleanor replied. "How if I'd have met him in a shady place?" asked Leora again. "If you encounter all the strangeness that is not commonly possessed by humans. It could be that he is a vampire," Eleanor replied, looking at her granddaughter. Leora nodded in understanding. She also tried to remember who would have that such a characteristic.

A silver dagger with a deep ruby red gem inlaid into the handle, a wooden stake that was carved with runes, and a large piece of yellow sulfur. "Brimstone," Niniane commented as Layla overturned the mineral in her hand. "How do I use this?" Layla asked curiously. "Sharpening the blade against the stone will cause major damage to any vampire struck by it," she said. Layla pulled one last thing out of the bag; a collection of dried red berries on a sprig. "That's Hawthorne berry. Brew it into a tea," Niniane said. "And what? Invite them to teatime at brunch?" Layla asked sarcastically.

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

Vampires and werewolves mingled in precarious harmony, but the tension was like a taut string waiting to snap. My nose crinkled at the metallic tang of blood that hung heavy in the air. Goblets of it were passed around freely, their deep red contents swirling like forbidden nectar. Vampires sipped greedily, their lips stained with the essence of life. Some even dipped their fingers into the liquid, tracing languid patterns on the pale skin of their companions. It was revolting, barbaric, and I struggled to keep my face neutral.

And I was deciding this. Hours later, just before dawn, in the presence of all the royal vampires, who had crowded into the pet hospital to watch the ceremony, I pricked my finger with a ruby-crusted dagger, pulled open my pet’s lips, and allowed a single drop of my blood to drip into her mouth. At once, I felt my blood connect with her, stretching out through her entire body. The blood bond was complete.

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

Around him, the crimson stone of the Spire’s great hall stretched in obscene ceremony— glowing braziers painting sin across the walls and skin alike, the shadows dancing with predatory intent. Every breath was a baptism in something feral: incense and blood, sweat and death, musk and desire twisted into something unholy. And beneath it all, a scent that turned his stomach and tightened his gut— copper and rot, ancient and masculine. Vampire. The sound came next. A low-throated moan, a hum that pulsed like an unseen flogger against the meat of his bones. “Sanguine princeps… stella crimson… nova aurora…”