Vampire Snack Novels & Stories

“You could fall asleep and never wake up. That’s black magic on your neck — I’ve seen that mark before, overseas. A pureblood, same as you. No one even knew what he was until the curse hit him. Same mark, exactly like yours. A vampire healer told him the only cure was blood from the person he truly loved, or he wouldn’t survive the week.” “Are you saying—” I stopped, unable to finish it. “Yes,” Joel said. “How do you even know all this, Master Joel?” Ruby asked, worry creasing her face. “I’m a vampire who gets around,” he said, with the ghost of his usual grin. “Let’s just say — not many can resist this face.” “Ruby—” I started. Before I could get another word out, she grabbed a knife from t

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

The incident circulated in the Upper East Side for a while, then no one dared to mention it again. One day, while I was in my room, my mother pushed the door open, holding another stack of photos. “This time, I’ve changed the direction,” she said, scattering them across my bed. “Pick a vampire.” I glanced over the photos. Honestly, vampires were generally good-looking. After going through several, they all seemed about the same—nothing particularly wrong, but nothing particularly outstanding either. Until I reached the last one. “Whose family is this?” My mother leaned in for a look. “The eldest son of the Velthrone family—Adrian. He’s ten years older than you and highly respected within the

“Those who have stolen vampire offspring, so you needn’t feel guilty.” I stopped walking and pulled the scent of the blood deep into my lungs. My body hummed with anticipation, stomach cramping. I closed my eyes and took a swallow, then another, and another. I didn’t stop until I drank all of the blood. I wiped my mouth, not caring for the taste of it.

This was his moment. He sprang forward, closing the gap between them in a flash and wrapping his powerful arms around her before she even knew he was there. One hand covered her mouth to stifle her screams, while the other pinned her arms to her side as his fangs sank deep into her neck. As her warm blood gushed into his throat, he lifted her easily and carried her into a clump of thick shrubs to complete his meal. He drank greedily, stopping only when there was no more blood to drain. He smiled as he wiped his lips with his sleeve. This was so much better than the animal blood that had been his sustenance until now, so much more satisfying. This was what vampires were made for. And this was

I ripped the silver foil from the pack before taking a cigarette out. "Have you decided what you want?" The waitress asked, popping up from wherever she was. Her gaze turned to Julian as she spoke, her smile growing more flirty. Everyone wanted him, it seemed. "She'll have a chocolate milkshake and I'll just take a coffee." Julian informed her and turned to look at me again. He had told me a few stores back that vampires could eat and drink just the same as humans. The exception however was that they gained no nutritional value from what they consumed. Plus, the food was bland to them. Imagine never having tasted a donut. What a damn shame.

My lips parted as he spoke, but the fact that he was getting me something to eat made me very happy. In addition to the fact that he was using his only break to get it for me. My eyes furrowed as a realization hit me. Not once do I remember any of the vampires leaving their station during a blood collection. "I didn't know that you guys got breaks," I spoke after a while The edges on Nico's lips curled up into a smirk. "We don't."

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

I heard the male vampire speak; he said, "That's it baby, but give me more. Fuck, you're so tight. I want to feel those fangs on my neck when you're done riding me, understood?" She nodded, tears pouring down her cheeks. She kept riding, her ass bouncing as she did so. Suddenly, she leaned forward after screaming in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him. The male vampire snarled out as she turned her head and sank her fangs into him with no hesitation.

Some watching me descend with the casual curiosity of predators assessing prey. A vampire approaches. Female, looks mid-twenties but her eyes are older. Ancient. She's wearing an evening gown like she just came from the opera. "Cormac Brennan?" "Yes." "This way. Lord Mordaunt's expecting you." She leads me through the club. We pass a feeding corner where a vampire's got his fangs in a young man's throat. The human's moaning, pleasure not pain. Vampire venom. Addictive as heroin, feels better than anything natural. That's how they create thralls. Three drinks and you're hooked forever.