Vampire Candle Novels & Stories

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

She gripped herself as Julian led her past an archway and into what must have been been the manor's ballroom as she hoped the low light would conceal the all-too-human gooseflesh prickling her arms. For beings who can be destroyed by fire, vampires seem to be unusually fond of candles, she said as she drew closer to Julian. Throughout the vast chamber, wax tapers were burning in various stick and branch candelabra. Invisible draughts caused by their flames caused a flickering web of light and shadow to cover the roughly thirty-dozen people inside the ballroom. Portia was astonished to see that the majority of the vampires were either grouped around tables playing cards or were just standing

Leesa noticed he held the pipe well away from the skull. “I'm not certain that would be wise,” he said. “I've been thinking about the possible repercussions of doing just that. I'm not sure people need to know that vampires are real, especially with all the misinformation out there. Besides, it turns out vampire bone is even more sensitive to light than vampire skin. That's the reason for the candles. Daylight would disintegrate the skull. Even normal room lighting damages it.” He smiled. “It's a good thing grave robbing needs to be done at night, or this could have dissolved in my hands.”

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

“It is too dark for me, especially for someone like me who prefers the opposite.” “That must be pretty hard living with.” She inhales sharply. “I do the opposite of everything. I let animals free during hunting, I don't like drinking blood, and I hate attending the gothic parties. I could on and on.” “I'm so sorry you have to live with this, but trust we are not much different. I just discovered I'm a vampire with a very bad blood lust and so much more I'm yet to comprehend.” We walked to the windows at the end of the hallway, looking out at the village. We watch outside in silence for a bit.

but my parents taught me to always keep the mate bond. I come upon a lake and it looks like there was a struggle, I can smell wolf's blood and the eucalyptus and peppermint is back but it's mixed with tobacco and rum, I'm worried now, maybe my mate has been hurt. I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!"

Chapter 5: Red Eyes It was a bright new day, a sunny one which humans loved, but the vampires hated the most. In order to avoid sunburns, Alexander wore his special ring, a ring designed for the vampires which protected them from sunlight like an invisible shield. Every registered vampire in the vampire realm would get that ring, which was known as Emerald because of the emerald stone encased in the ring.

Their howls rippled through the night, coordinated, sharp. I stood still for a moment, staring at the corpse. His body twitched once, reflex, nothing more but I didn’t trust it. I called one of my men forward through the link. Burn him. Nothing else touches the body. “As you command.” Two wolves approached cautiously, dragging chain mesh and containers of special accelerants. The moment the metal touched the vampire’s flesh, smoke hissed from the contact, the stench vile enough to make even my stomach turn. I turned away.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.