Vampire Ruby Dishes Novels & Stories

Hundreds of Vampires sat around this large wooden table, plates piled high with amazing smelling food. It only made me hungrier. Each plate had something different on it, probably to match each vampire's specific cravings. I felt bad for the slaves that had to prepare all of this three times a day, not to mention filling all of their glasses with blood. Master's looked especially delicious, steak with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a big, red apple. I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city.

he said. The ruby earrings that Miren was holding in her hand dropped to the table. The force of the impact causes the blood-red ruby to crack instantly in half. Her beautiful heart-colored eyes widened, and Miren winced, staring at Drake in amazement, she stammered. "What? Human? Vampires will hunt pupils. So you mean there will be bloodshed between humans and vampires shortly?” Drake: "What sort of bloodshed has taken place between humans and vampires? Humans are unable to inflict any harm on vampires. You're making a fool of yourself, Miren; you think far too much. Only vampires will hunt humans because humans are helpless against them."

Too bad I didn't care. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I entered the ballroom trailing behind Gwyn. It was lavishly decorated and almost filled with vampires dressed in expensive looking garments. Some eyes lingered on me but for the most part everyone mingled and laughed as if this was a normal party. Waiters carried trays with food and drinks around. One particular drink that caught my eye was dark red and smelled exactly like blood. "Would you care for a drink miss" A young human waiter stopped to ask me. He held a silver platter full of the red drink

Seeing an opportunity, Malachite starts squealing like some kind of unruly piglet, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t start this! It was Aurum! She started on me!” Before I can say anything, Ruby is screaming at her again “It was you Malachite! It’s always you! You bitch, you poke and prod, provoke others - you’re a fucking energy vampire! You are beyond toxic!” Then she lunges, landing a solid punch straight onto Malachite’s nose. Everyone flinches at the crunching noise as the iron tang of blood invades our noses. Ruby is rewarded with a scream - Malachite’s voice now even more nasally than usual, making it even worse to listen to.

How did they get out of- From the small blue light that always seem to drift downward illuminated it before I even noticed what Ruby held in her hand; the ruby encrusted dagger that held power to kill Lucerne and if I somehow got that three armed crucifix that hung from her slender neck, we’d be able to take out Lucerne and her control over the vampiress. But where is that vampiress?

With a few swift finger movements, a mug appeared on the table, along with the steaming teapot. Ramona reached into her bag and pulled out a wooden canister filled with dried ingredients. She gently placed them into a tea pouch that she placed in the mug. The citrus scent was intoxicating as Claire’s stomach lowly grumbled. Another mug materialized in front of Claire, and Ramona just winked. “Well, I think we all know why I’m here…” Ramona turned her attention to the two vampires across the room. “Come on gentleman. If anyone here is going to bite, it won’t be me.”

Her wrath is unmatched. When we arrived at the scene, everything had already fallen into chaos. Tables, chairs, and glass were everywhere. Ruby menacingly stood above a figure, who seemed to be petrified of the woman's hidden strength. At first, when I saw her victorious, a smirk escaped my lips: 'That's my girl.' I told myself. But when I saw the dagger stuck on her shoulder, I knew that a smirk isn't the best reaction to this issue. "Ruby really did mess him up." Dreyar squirmed while staring at the rogue's shredded body. "And she only did it with a broken cup. She's terrifying. What did she eat to become such a demonic powerhouse?"

he begged stroking her cheek. "I love you." was the only thing Ruby managed to say. A soft smile made it's way to the vampire's lips as he gazed down at her beautiful face, drinking in the eternal youth and beauty that blooms in her features. "I love you too." "Hey Adrian what's that? I've been wanting to ask you about that scythe ever since you let me inside the library. It makes me feel... weird." Ruby questioned pointing at the purple bladed black scythe displayed on the wall over the fireplace.

I nod briefly, letting him continue. "It all started when I met my mate. It was last year so I was your age. Ruby was older, already thirty when we first crossed paths. She was the mistress, or rather plaything, of an ancient vampire named Victor Kurchov who used to parade her about and show her off to his friends. You see, their relationship wasn't exactly a consensual relationship. I met her when I went to watch a series of fights at a popular club which my friends had raved about. I smelt her in the crowd and, like a moth to a flame, I sought her out. She sat on the floor next to the blood sucker, a chain around her neck, leashed like a dog." I shudder, the mental image making me nauseous