Vampire Cafe Novels & Stories

I got myself down to the hall in my gray jockers and white tight Armani T-shirt. As I got there, I found the dining table all empty, I mean it used to be empty mostly but one of the seats was always reserved by Debra which was not occupied. Maybe I got here earlier today so she was not here yet. My breakfast was set at the table with the glass of milk. I could eat or drink anything like a human except the garlic. We, the Vampires don't like garlic at all as it did something allergic effect on our body so we usually avoid garlic in our life.

**** The X Cafe has a celebratory atmosphere, replete with the frenzied sound of the music that was the guest star today, a special event for young people with metal bands hosted by the host with crisp voices. When she walked inside the cafe, which had been transformed into a bustling nightclub, a man cordially welcomed her, and the elder got up from his chair, leaving his buddies behind. He waved and approached her position, where she was still astonished by the entrance. With a finely painted smile, the senior began to act acquainted and pleasant with her. "You arrived late tonight, but given your brilliant and graceful appearance, I will forgive you; as a wonderful senior, it is natural t

After the long drive, we finally stopped at the Starry Night Cafe, where I worked. I recalled the first time I applied here, pregnant and struggling. It was here I met Gino for the first time. I didn't correlate any of those even. It came as a shock to find out that Lola, the spunky cafe boss I thought I was going to be temporarily working for, knew of werewolves as well. In turn, most of the employees — chosen securely — also knew of them. This café had become a hotspot for pack members of any of the two packs, alongside the pack hospital.

I doubted I was the one he was referring to because, after all, was he requesting a death wish? I hurriedly packed the rest of my belongings so I could meet Axel, Amalia, and Diego who had left on time to go get a space at the cafe across the college, which was always packed full during closing hours due to the many workers who would grab a thing ot two before heading home. My walk to the cafe was quiet and slow. I kept thinking about what he had said and how my first day of school had been completely ruined because of an encounter with a vampire, a rude one at that.

I heaved a deep breath to calm myself before I spoke. "Don't even try to pick me up, Quel. You'll just raise a tension between you and the people I am with. Let's just meet somewhere." [Sure, love. Where do you want to meet then? Do you have a place in mind?] "I am actually thinking of meeting you at Cafu Votorum and letting you pay for everything. Do you know that place?" I suggested. [Of course, I do know that place. That cafe is owned by a friend's family. Damon and Iris, do you remember them?] He asked in a bit hopeful voice.

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.

My name is Onyx Lefevre, I'm a 240-year-old vampire, with long black hair and strange purple eyes that I conceal with shit brown colored contacts. I'm a tiny woman, a mere 5' 2", and petite. I'm the daughter of Cecil Lefevre, the notorious fairy assassin, and inherited all of the tools of his trade learning how to weld them all. I currently work at a coffee shop, having no contract killings at the moment. I'm also an introvert, I can't stand people, especially fucking fairies. Although their blood tastes amazing and is a sex booster for vampires, they are difficult to find and stay mostly in their own realm. Except for the crazy ones that go to the vampire bar Sinful Delights to offer their

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

I scanned the menu board behind her, my stomach growling despite my messy emotions. “An espresso latte and a chocolate croissant, please.” “Coming right up. Grab a seat, and I’ll bring it over.” I muttered a soft thank you, paid, and turned to find a table. The cafe was mostly empty… an older man reading a newspaper in the corner, a young couple whispering to each other near the window…. Setting the normalcy of a werewolf pack I had long been disconnected from. I chose a table by the window, where I could see the street… passersby, and slid into the chair.