Vampire Cookie Novels & Stories

He makes a sudden, devilish face. “Maybe you’d better actually read the invitation before you fully commit,” he warns mysteriously. I shoot him a look of deep disbelief before grabbing my smartphone from my pocket. I open the camera app and scan the QR code on the card. The browser opens to a highly stylized, elegantly designed digital invitation. Intricate gothic borders frame the screen, and the words VAMP PARTY flash in bold, crimson letters that appear to be actively dripping blood down my phone screen.

I’ve often been told what the mate bond feels like, but feeling it for myself is WOW. Then, a sinfully delicious Cajun accent spoke, and I felt a need and desire I didn’t know was possible. He said he was first in line. My heart was racing as I turned to face my mate. I was dumbfounded by what I saw under the festival’s brightly colored lights. I recognized him. Auðr. My mate is Auðr, the lead singer of Immortal Eclipse—the vampire who Caleb Cobain turned. My mate is a vampire! “Mate,” Eclipse growled, taking my shock as their chance to speak.

It showed a building with a drive-through window. "This is a Vamp restaurant," he explained. "The menu will include Fusion Cuisine favorites like Chocolood and Blood Lite, but it will also have the new, cheaper mixture. The meals will be warmed up and served quickly." Aya blinked. "A fast-food restaurant?" "Exactly!" Jacob nodded at her. "And with our new mixture of red blood cells and water, it'll be very cheap." "A vampire value meal! What will you call the place? Bat in a Box? Vampire King?" To Aya's surprise, a giggle escaped.

I guess they ran out of their neat vodka shots earlier. Next are the cookies, and I can feel Kara tense with nerves, hoping everyone will like them. I try her red velvet and give her a wink. It’s chocolaty and gooey and who isn’t going to like it? Everyone selects a mixture of cookies and I try all of them. They are actually so good. Kara has a genuine gift for baking. I bop her with my hip and she lets out a relieved smile.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

He disappears into the main house, returning minutes later with two bowls of ice cream. I blink at him. “You’re giving me ice cream after all that?” “Not just any ice cream.” He hands me a bowl, grinning. “Cinnamon. It’s one of the few things vampires can still taste in all its glory. Figured you’d appreciate it.” Skeptical, I take a bite. The moment the cold, spiced sweetness melts on my tongue, I go still. It’s warm and sharp, the cinnamon burning even as the ice cream cools it down.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

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?

We couldn't just keep creating Werewolves that would dislike their Lupa. Tyler returned with two beers and handed one to me. I had nursed mine until it was nothing more than warm swill, and I accepted the fresh bottle. I could drink beer, but it didn't do anything for me. I did it mostly to be social. As the full moon approached, I could even eat bloody meat. But I didn't need to. What I did crave when the moon was at its peak was a warm batch of chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies. "You don't have to babysit me you know," I said while taking an obligatory sip of the cold beer. "Go have fun with Jason."

Cole looks from me to Hillary at the same time he jumps down, leveling on the ground with us. "I am done with those...now, I can have you as my dessert." Speaks Hillary is a voice that I don't recognize as his own. It's a different thing to be with a Vampire, but when you are with them when they're in their Vampiric state, it gets all messy. Right now, it is as though I am just finding out that he's a Vampire after all.