Vampire Candle Novels & Stories

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

There is no doubt, that these are newborn vampirs. It is a rare chance you will encounter their kind. Especially a lot of them. Newborn vampirs tend to be so wild and destructive. They will become so thirsty for blood to the point that they will totally lose their minds. What has shocked me most are the torches of fire they were holding, they just became more dangerous because of it. Vampires can only be destroyed in three ways. Direct sunlight, a stake through the heart... and fire. From all of those, fire is what scares me the most.

Her hair, as usual, was wild, and an apron was tied to her waist with purple bruises all over her body as she lit up the candles. Each one had a carved symbol of a blood moon on its body. The candle represented something ominous in the pack. Only witches used it for rituals. She was definitely not going to sacrifice or hell drink my blood. Whatever witches did these days. The light from the candle made it easier to see my pimp’s face. Her eyes were closed tight and her hands lifted up in a prayer. “Sanguis… Vinctum… Aperire…” She said in a strange language. My eyes caught a painting of two werewolves drawn near a blood moon with a girl in the middle with fierce eyes.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Elena, whose eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, I'd love to hear this explanation," Elena purred, leaning forward. The candle on their table flickered, casting ominous shadows across her face. "Do tell us, Lily dear, how you've managed to overcome centuries of hatred in just a few days." Lily took a deep breath, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla from the bar's incense mingling with the metallic tang of blood that always seemed to cling to vampires. She met Elena's piercing gaze, steeling herself for the revelation.

Master Vampire’s House (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• In the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the chamber. Darius lay sprawled on his king-sized bed, his strawberry-blonde hair tousled as he savored the warmth of freshly drawn blood from a golden chalice. Beside him, a half-naked red-haired female trailed her lips across his chiseled torso, her hands eagerly exploring every inch of his cool, pale skin.

She had done all she could to locate the vampire, and now all that was left to do was wait and see what happened next. They all sat in silence for a few moments, her eyes fixed on the candle flame. As she watched, the flame began to flicker and dance, and the room seemed to fill with a strange, magical energy. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine and she knew that the vampire had been located. She had done it! She had used the black candle, the missing vampire personal belongings and the red thread to locate the vampire, and her spell had worked!

I knew how important it was for me to feed, however, and I needed to do it more often. "Tyler's on a job," I said. "She'll visit me when it's complete." Tony raised a brow. He never stayed around when Tyler was on the premises. She was my Angel of Death. Tyler is a human, but she gave Vampires the willies because she had turned herself into a religious vessel. Any Vampire who so much as touched her would burn as if he or she had touched a religious icon or relic. She had gotten the idea from me. I had burned two crucifixes into my wrists to brand anyone who attacked me. A Vampire branded by a crucifix earned an instant death sentence—except for me and a handful of others. Religious items hav

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

"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.