Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

He turned to me, "Alright baby, where do you want to eat?" I smiled at the new pet name and shrugged, "Anywhere they don't serve burgers." He laughed and nodded before buckling up and turning the car on. We drove for a while before stopping in front of what looked like a cafe. He parked on the street before getting out and walking to my side of the car and opening the door for me. We walked in and, as we sat down in a booth, I looked around. It was more of an upscale cafe with warm lighting and atmosphere. A vampire waitress handed us our menus with a kind smile before walking away. I opened it and instantly felt guilty that Leo would have to pay. I closed the menu and slid it to the side, c

Maybe thinking about the right words to say. “ No, he didn’t got a bite though. He’s real vampire which mean he doesn’t a bite from vampire. He turn into the vampire itself when he turn into 18 years old. Real vampire and bite vampire is different. Real vampire has it special abilities, ” Harley explain everything carefully. Hope it doesn’t drive Adryan crazy. “ So you’re saying that I will turn into vampire once I turn 18 years old and I will have special abilities? Like what? I can fly? Breath forever underwater? Or sleep underground for the entire life?, ” Adryan clearly seem did not believe it.

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

When Eldrian came in and ordered a table, there was a cool atmosphere there, live music, and a fairly large fish pond accompanied by quite lush plants, making this cafe that sells various steaks worth visiting on weekends. Venya hasn't come yet, Eldrian did come early. He deliberately ordered the most expensive variety of menus there. The waitress laid out the food and looked very tempting. It turned out that Eldrian also ordered flowers at the cafe which turned out to also provide a romantic dinner service. After everything was ready, a woman came and sat on a chair right in front of Eldrian. She is Venya, the girl who used to occupy all of his attention. Eldrian invited her to sit down and

I scolded him. I met him halfway from the bar and the door, and gave him a hug. “Where the fuck did you go? I searched everywhere for that special wine you located for me before you left, and I could not find it.” I laughed at him. “You’re a blood sucker, and you don’t know how to ferment blood?” “Fuck off, mutt, and get me a drink,” he said. I laughed and led him over to the bar. “Rafe Sanguinario, meet my little cousins, Christine and Charity. Aunt Cass’s kids. Girls, this is my vampire friend, Rafe.”

She got up from her seat and walked gingerly over to the bar where Vlad, the vampire stood. “Instant, but they taste horrible,” the vampire made a face. He took a sachet from a little black box on the bar top and peeled it open. “There, how is it?” he let Suzanne take a whiff. The aroma of coffee powder invigorated her, Suzanne had become addicted to coffee ever since the nightmares started. They kept her from falling asleep too easily. “Smells fine to me,” she pulled out a wine glass that hung from the overhead rack and emptied the coffee powder into it. Wordlessly, the vampire poured hot steaming water into it.

As fate sisters were explaining, Clotho looked at Ethan and warned him “Ethan it might happen that when you both will face Sandra, Alice can get injured and starts bleeding. You will have to control yourself. You might feel like feeding on her blood but this will weaken her and the fact you are a newly turned vampire once you start feeding on her you will not stop.’ “Don’t worry aunt Clotho. I have never felt an urge to drink blood. I just used to drink thinking it as a juice” Ethan said “It is not that easy Ethan. Alice is a fairy. A fairy and a vampire have a quite unusual bond between them. Though both belong to different worlds, fairy blood attracts vampires, and once a vampire drinks fa

We turn around to find a man on his knees, holding a ring, and a female standing nearby, her palm over her mouth, stunned. This wasn’t an uncommon sight. This happens frequently here. This was the magic of this cafe. Bethany and Richard, a werewolf and a vampire, are the cafe's owners. They professed their feelings for each other here and wanted to construct a café where others might do the same. This café is ideal for first dates, proposals, or simply spending time with your loved one. This place symbolises love and compassion. It is for this reason that the cafe is called Expresso. To express your feelings alongside a cup of espresso.

I just kept eating, and I didn't even give the varying temperatures in the room any thought at all. "Is he attracted to Samantha? He has been trying to contact her for some time now." Voices are coming from behind me. "Yes, but what's so awesome about that weirdo?" One said. Samatha? Oh, that young lady with the tornado eyes. Where exactly is she? What exactly do they mean when they say they know someone who likes her? Because I am nosy, I looked to the left and peered up. They are all focusing their attention on me. Do I have a speck of dirt on my nose? After looking to the left, I could figure out what they were discussing.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.