Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

“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

"Do you want something to drink ... or eat?" "No. I don't eat or drink." "Mmm. Are you sure? Let me ask you a question. Exactly how long have you been a Vampire?" "Why?" I asked. "Well, I never met a real Vampire, but I thought they were all scary and evil. You kinda remind me of a lady who works in my office. Cherie. She can be scary, though. But in a Don't-Get-In-My-Face-Whiteboy way. Not in an I'm-A-Bloodsucking-Fiend way. No offense."

Newborn or not, he didn’t look lost and he didn’t look wild, he looked in control… too in control. I frowned. That wasn’t normal, newborns were sloppy… messy, unhinged and starving but this one… this one sat there like he owned the place with hands folded on the table as still as stone and the more I thought of it the more strange it seemed. What the hell was a vampire doing in a cafe anyway?! My chest tightened and one name came to mind. Lucien.

She didn’t know if she believed in them, but hey, she would try. The upper level of the club, which ran as a café during the day, would be a fancy place to eat if people so choose to do so. It would be a great place for vampires to meet to talk about their lives. A safe place for those who wanted to be out and not fight their way in or out of the building. The house could give a place for vampires that stayed a little too late, a place to stay during the daylight hours. Most vampires didn’t stay in coffins if they had the windows treated. Large beds had been placed in each room, along with a mini fridge and a microwave. Most vampires liked their blood warmed a little before they drank it.

I asks several questions to get as many answers back. “I invited mortal women to the party, because I already slept with a lot of the vampires. Plus I was getting bored fucking the same species. These women are covered in human blood, because after we got done fucking them, we were going to turn them into vampires. Ahti and I always sniff cocaine off of women’s asses, it makes us fuck better. As for the cameras, these are state of the art. They can detect ghosts and vampires. We got them at a store called VampVids, where they have cameras and phones where Vampires can finally see themselves. So we’re using these cameras to make a porno and upload it online. Too bad you couldn’t join us, the

I don't even think I have met her yet. "Get inside!" My mother roared and ushered me into the cafe. The cafe that we were in is one of our favorites. Mom and I love this place because it screams vintages. It was like we were in a Victorian-style room having cups of tea and eating desserts. It wasn't that big though, but I can say that it was as big as any normal classroom. It was painted white and beige. Vintage picture frames hung on the walls, white table and chairs at the center, red Victorian bench cushions at the sides, white wooden floor, mini chandeliers, and that one decorative bike parked at the white for more of that vintage look.

The odor of burnt coffee mixed with the scent of mildew as Cassidy entered the RV. The mildew might’ve been coming from anywhere, but she spied the light on the coffee pot still on over by the sink and thought it odd that Vampires would ever need a kick of caffeine to get through the night, but she tried not to speculate on that. Maybe it had actually been in that position since the last human lost their life a few days ago. It would explain the stench.

There was no turning back now. "I guess that leaves me no choice then. I'll go to, just to make sure she doesn't pull anything." Roy reassured her with his sweet smile. She found herself smiling back at him. The chilly air kissed her cheeks as they stepped out into the darkening sky, grey clouds rolling in with the threat of rain in the forecast. Willow instinctively looked around for Dante's car. Nothing. Since she bolted, she hasn't seen nor heard from the Vampire, but he had stopped by to deliver her phone while she slept. "Hey Roy, can we go to the cat cafe?" Willow asked him as he walked beside her through the parking lot. He cocked his head, the boyish smile on his lips.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

“Thanks.” Something inside of me just doesn’t feel right with Sabastian. Slipping off to Hildi’s shop, I stand outside of the front door and call, “Sabastian, I need you.” And I wait. Hungry and tired, I know if those were the only two reasons, he would come. He will be here, I think to myself. When five minutes have passed, Hildi exit’s the shop. “Everything Ok, dear?” Her worried tone is evident. “I have a bit of a coffee addiction, and I was trying to decide if I truly needed a cup this late at night or not.” I lie. She doesn’t need to know that I think we have a rogue vampire on our hands. “I make decaf; never too late for coffee if you have a cup of decaf.” “Ok, sold. I will take a cup.