Vampire Candle Novels & Stories

EPISODE 1 💮 I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am oft

KATERINA Just as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smu

The sky had turned lighter in the east when we finally stopped at what looked like an old castle. I was so tired as he carried me inside, not even during past illnesses had I felt this tired. A few moments later my body was laid down and I opened my eyes to see Dante there beside me, closing a coffin lid over us. Fear filled my throat and came out in a frantic cry. "What are you doing Dante? Get me out of here." Instead he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing me softly. "It's all right, my love, really. It's for our protection. You're a vampire now and you have to hide from the sunlight, just like all of our kind has to."

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

Hadrian asserted. “Does this have any side effects?” Aiden asked, hoping that his brother wouldn't get hurt. “Well, yes. I might be trapped in his unconscious and that would kill him. If he dies I will be lost forever, but I will be extremely cautious…” “That's a consequence.” Beckham cuts him off. “Well, yeah, whatever,” Hadrian rolled his eyes. “If you see blood trickling down our nose, you can disrupt the spell by removing the candles. It could hurt you, but you're a vampire. A powerful one at that.” Hadrian smirked. Aiden nodded.

"Yes. You see, when a witch is born in our coven, a candle is lit by her mother and placed in the great hall. It is a special kind of candle made by the witch elders. The light stays on as long as the person is alive. It changes colour depending on the situation the person is in. For example, when one is sick, it turns dark, when one is in danger, it turns red, when one dies, it goes off," she explained and I thought that that was genius. Wow! "So, when her light went off a few days after the war ended, there were only two possibilities: one, she had died or two, she had turned into a wolf.

“Yes, I did.” A flash of anger went through me. “Then tried to tell me I was hallucinating,” I said, furrowing my brows together. “You gaslighted me.” Joseph said nothing. He just observed me silently for a long while. After another breath of silence, I decided to just change the subject. “Do vampires burn in the sun?” “The sunlight makes us ill,” he explained. “It won’t burn our flesh, but it will make us sick. Almost like the flu. Sometimes it could be fatal.”

With a little sigh he carried the bodies of the hunters to an open area and carefully collected what dry branches he could find. There could be no evidence left of this night. The vampire, too, had to be completely consumed by the fire so that there was no chance the tainted blood could find a way to revive him. The power of the vampire’s blood was incredible. Weakness was becoming an increasing concern for Zendedari. The fight had used up his last energies, and he still had to create and maintain a huge conflagration in the midst of a rain-soaked forest. The wolf howled again, this time much closer, obviously loping toward the scene of death and destruction, perhaps drawn by the smell of bl

"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?"