Vampire Candle Novels & Stories

The Obsidian Throne Room was quiet except for the soft crackle of black candles and the occasional drip of wax onto marble. Elias Nightshade lounged in the massive chair carved from volcanic glass and bone, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, a crystal goblet of blood wine balanced on his fingers. The liquid inside swirled slow and dark, spiced with something older than most of his court could remember. To anyone who didn’t know him, he would have looked like a king at ease, beautiful in that deadly way vampires were, midnight hair falling loose around sharp cheekbones, crimson eyes half lidded, lips stained red.

A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand. Desperate times. I pulled it out. It felt cold and heavy in my hand. I lit the wick with the lighter. A calm, steady flame bloomed, casting a small circle of pure white light that seemed to push back the gloom. Holding my breath, I touched the candle’s flame to the same vine. Fire erupted.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

Plus no one has dared to cross their limits after they found their Vampire coworker was killed because of his crime. They would not dare to underestimate me again. My working space was darker and empty like my room in the Goldenwood. Had just one working desk and chair, document shelves, and drapes on for the whole day. I despise sunlight as I had to stay in sunlight in front of Debra. Not an easy task for a Vampire to expose the body to the scorching sun. Thanks to my working space, I don’t need to act anymore. I smirked and sighed along with relief.

Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old. … Selina was sleeping soundly, deep in a sleep that had lasted for more than half a millennium. Suddenly, there was a scent coming, bringing with it a light scent. Like soft butter, like sweet human blood, so seductive and alluring that it made her whole body feel like it was on fire. The cold blood in his veins also seemed to want to boil, spilling out like volcanic lava. That scent hangs around at the tip of the nose, sweet and soft, lingering.

Andros looked very angry with his whole body very thick blood red. For this one thing, look what will happen to humans who have turned into vampires and the vampires, these blood-sucking creatures. *****

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

“Now that I’ve collected your dowry, we’re off on our eternal honeymoon. Aren’t you excited, baby? I totally am!” Noticing her confused glances about her, the vampire continues his idiotic monologue. “What is it, my lovely? Oh! you’re wondering how I managed to get your dad. Well, I have to admit, it’s a bit dickish of me, but these—,” he gestures to the undead clogging up the plaza, “—they’re yours. Candlewood’s, I mean, their dead. See, it stood to reason that you’d set up barriers against your known enemies, but not against corrupted versions of yourselves. And even though these dead are acting under my command, they’re still your Candlewood pack. Pretty fucking clever if I do say so myse

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?