Vampire Candle Novels & Stories

"But seriously, answer me." "No, I don't sleep. I don't have the privilege to do so," she finally replied. "Why not? Don't go with a lie now." "I won't lie to you." "Yes, and I'm stupid." His sarcastic tone could be worse than anything else. She ignored it and responded, "Vampires don't sleep." The laughter from his forum echoed in his conscience. Hell, what a big lie. Didn't it occur to you to tell him that it's because you like the darkness too? You're so... bad at this, seriously."

Because it is not obvious to her that age, he can be mistaken for 17 years old. Anyway, she's a pure vampire after all. “Why do you think the class was suspended?” I asked and sat down on the sofa. "They're getting ready for National Vampire High." She replied so I frowned. "What's that?" I asked. "An event here at Vampire high that only happens every lunar eclipse." She said and looked at me as he floated. "You're lucky because there will be an eclipse tomorrow and you'll be included in NVH. Do you know that it was very cool." She said so I frowned.

The air inside was warm, a little heavy with the scent of mint and something faintly sweet. I moved to the living room and sat on the far end of the couch. She didn’t join me right away. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the dark trees. “You okay?” I asked. “Define ‘okay.’” I waited. She let the curtain fall and turned toward me. “You’re a vampire.” I nodded. She didn’t flinch. “And Sienna’s a witch. And Isaac too?” I nodded again. “Same as me. Just more annoying.”

His eyes got amazed at how dominant Carl’s wolf was. “They were hybrids, Ser Harlod. And I noticed a thin black mark on his shoulder that looked like an imprint mark that was unbelievable to find on a werewolf. I believed they were not created by a simple blood-exchange method,” said Carl, noting the situation. He ruffled his hair and continued, “I also found his Majesty very different, as I had never seen such power that can create a fire on a vampire’s body and that beautiful whirlwind of his. Did you have any idea about this?”

she cursed. "I'm sorry, you're not answering so I thought you were back asleep or something bad happened," she shouted. Blake sighed in relief as he stared at his coffin. His room has no window, it was all dark and a black with red lining coffee was placed in the middle of the room, together with two more coffins. He didn't want anyone to see his room, although Veronica knew about him being a vampire, he didn't still want to let anyone see his strange room. After a few minutes, Blake went out of the door and Veronica was blushing real hard.

“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.

How did they even know that I was here? Suddenly, the vampire closest to Amy lunged toward her and in one fluid movement, she leapt down the stairs in a flying side kick and took the vampire's head off with the sickle. Crimson blood splattered down the stairwell and across the wall as his head rolled down the stairs and his body went slack. Suddenly, his body burst into bright red, and orange flames, along with his head and the blood splatter across the walls. Kellen leapt toward the other vampire, doing an overhead front flip, ripping the other vampire's head off. He held the head in his hand, dripping blood, then dropped it onto the floor and it, too, burst into bright red, yellow and oran

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

“Eternal Life…” She lights the next candle, continuing. “Eternal Night…” She lights the last candle. “Eternal Magic…” Once the candles are lit, she then grabs its tiny hand, and while holding it over the silver altar bowl, she makes a small cut into the Dhampir’s wrist, allowing its blood to run freely. The Dhampir doesn’t make a sound, and when the silver altar bowl is half full, Marisol leans down and swipes her tongue over the cut before looking up at Laurel and saying.

Calvin couldn’t be sure if it was the pet which did it or the shadows themselves. “You don’t need to worry about your life if you follow my rules, Calvin, ” said Cord without looking at him. The stench of the dead vampires’ blood wafted through his nostrils and a disgusted expression appeared quickly, marring his handsome visage. “You know I always do so, ” Calvin hurriedly answered. “Then good.” Cord stood up again realizing he didn’t want to stay inside the throne room anymore especially with the unappetizing odor. “Ensure that whatever body parts left of those vampires is burned before I return, ” he ordered. “It’s time to take my witch home.”