Vampire Candle Novels & Stories

I asked the lead hunter, a cold-faced man named Vane who was busy checking the brass gears on a massive, cannon-like machine that was being hoisted onto a wooden platform. "The Sun-Cannon is primed and the mirrors are aligned to catch the residual light of the moon, so it will deliver a concentrated burst of solar energy that will incinerate anything with vampire blood in its veins," Vane replied, and he didn't even look at me while he polished the glass lens at the front of the weapon. "It doesn't care if she's a hybrid or a pure-blood, because once the beam hits her, her cells will simply catch fire from the inside out and there won't be enough of her left to bury."

"Say... Those matters you've got there, are not they unrelated to the cooking realistic these days?" "Indeed, scented candles and important oils are unrelated. Even if the scented candles have been lit by hook or by crook to make us odour the launched gas -- we'd be aware due to the scent. Even if the aroma changed into extraordinarily faint, it was not possible to steer clear of both my or the vampire's feeling of odour. Also, these days our trainer did now no longer convey out natural tea in the course of the realistic." "Then why are you doing this?"

Kinks: Vampire kink, bloodplay (light), possessive kink, dark romance. The night wrapped around the small room like a heavy cloak, thick and suffocating. The only light was a flickering candle on the windowsill, casting strange shadows that danced on peeling wallpaper. Every sound felt louder — my own breath, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady, quiet steps coming closer. He stood in the corner, watching me with eyes that glowed faint red in the dark. It wasn’t natural. It was something old and dangerous. My heart thundered so loud I thought he could hear it.

Did he dream that he was awake, fighting his eyes open as Talen moved around the room clearing their possessions from the table, and laying upon it hundreds of candles and incense, in a make-shift altar. Did he dream the drift of the vampire’s hair over his body as Talen leaned over him, the golden, shifting candlelight playing over his face and catching in the stubble that dusted his cheeks? “I had hoped to do this with the full moon, as it should be,” the vampire said softly. “A mate should be taken with ceremony, with the moon upon our skin, and an altar adorned with flowers and tributes.”

Had she said, vampire? “Is it blood?” I ask with a scowl on my face. “No, no. It’s Tylone. A fruit that can only be found near the blue flame volcano.” Phew. I was scared for a moment there, although ‘blue flame volcano’ sounds quite menacing as well. After Hilda leaves the room, I go about setting the scene for the performance of a lifetime. I situate the candles around the room, and go ahead with draping the side lamps with red chiffon sheets.

Christian built up on that, “Inert, meaning that it needs a trigger to be activated. Heat, water, chemicals.” Greg started eliminating possibilities from there, “It won’t be chemicals. That’d be way too complicated. The trigger would be something simple, something that any vampire would touch or use by reflex, something…” POP! The bulbs on all the lamps exploded and the chemicals within filled the space. Agonizing shrieks of vampires were deafening everyone in the hideout. Lucianne didn’t think twice before she carried Pellethia and dashed out, and Xandar did the same for Octavia.

The flickering candlelight danced across her face, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted to Zoe, the young woman whose presence had ignited a spark of recognition within her. Esmaralda had sensed the powerful aura that emanated from Zoe the moment she had set foot in her presence. It was a familiar energy, one that resonated with her own ancient bloodline of vampires.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

“No, these vampires are not scavengers.” The vampire scents are not too close but the distance is enough to say that they smell like shadow vampires. Although shadow vampires know how to cloak their scents, they can also heighten it to scare and threaten other low-ranked vampires. “Wanted: Saleslady,” Pox read the poster nailed to an electric pole. Then Pox glanced inside the vape shop. “Someone is inside, staring at us.”

The aroma of freshly drawn blood permeated the atmosphere, and those who were standing outside were taken aback to see a group of regular humans gathering around a vampire. They didn't understand how they could appear so knowledgeable, but they managed to kill the vampire by driving a stake through his heart. Vampires lose the ability to see and make use of their eyes when they use mirrors to create light. Smart people know that to kill a vampire, they need to take advantage of all the seemingly useless items that are being thrown away. They even can use knives to sever the heads of vampires and set fire to the rest of their bodies.