Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

I do my best to follow along with everyone else when it comes to when to place the napkin in my lap, how to choose a utensil, all of those things, but when the waitress present us with our plates, mine is much different than everyone else’s. They all have three large goblets in front of them while I only have two. All of us have water and red wine, but they have one for blood, and as the thick, crimson substance is freshly poured by the servants designated to each vampire, the scent hits me and makes my stomach twist slightly.

It was lined with all sorts of exotic goblets and chalices—silver, gold, encrusted with jewels—and between them sat several glass pitchers of a red liquid, fruit floating inside. She drifted over to it, wondering what was in it. Was it alcohol? She wondered briefly if they were allowed to drink. I guess so, Caitlin thought. Why not? After all, most of these vampires, while they looked about 18, had been alive for thousands of years. If they weren’t legal to drink, then who was? “It’s our special sangria,” came a voice. Caitlin looked over and saw the twins, Taylor and Tyler, standing behind her.

His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as she watched him, they changed color to a light green. Caitlin sat up straighter, and saw that her glass of red wine was still full. She took a sip, and it warmed her. She hadn’t eaten in a while, and went right to her head. She saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and she remembered her manners. “Can I pour you some?” she asked, then added, nervously, “that is, I mean, I don’t know if you drink—” He laughed. “Yes, vampires drink wine, too,” he said with a smile, and came over and held the glass while she poured.

“Such a messy pet. You look well spent. ... But we’re not finished yet.” On saying that, he lifts me onto the table in front of everyone, this time with my back on the dainty wood surface, his hand reaching out to pull more plates and trays of more food. I gasp, jerking as he pours a cup of red wine of me, some spilling on my lips so I taste it. Lord Dane chuckles coldly at my reaction, his red eyes glowing with mischief as a sly smirk spreads across his lips. "You know, human wine is the only thing we vampires enjoy from you humans."

"Harriet, just follow my lead. I guarantee you'll get your revenge." The next few items were mostly silver tableware, wooden crucifixes, and some textiles, each with its own style and reasonable prices. However, Harriet took an interest in a set of wine glasses and asked in a low voice, "Amelia, I really like this set of wine glasses. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and they're from the eighteenth century. The starting price is 30,000 dollars. Are they worth buying?" Amelia leaned in to look at the wine glasses on display. The glasses were engraved with vine patterns, and the base bore the craftsman's initials. They were well preserved.

The entire walls of the secondary chamber were decorated by helictite-like icicles. The assemblage of young subordinates and soldiers of Ayruzians were invited to celebrate that night in the primary chamber of Frozen Crescent. The speciality of the primary chamber is four types of WINEFALLS - Eternal Bliss, Black Pirate, Blue vapour, Red wine. No one knows the origin of these wine falls.

Warm, recessed lighting lit the space, achieved by laying yellow glass over energy-efficient bulbs. Darrell walked to the refrigerator with a glass door, all contents viewable as you’d see in a convenience store. Inside were cold-pressed juices, white wine, and bottled water. All the chemicals in soda don’t mix well with a wolf’s primal DNA so they didn’t stock the stuff. “White or Red?” He waved a hand between the fridge and wine cabinet beside it, a modern glass-fronted armoire stocked with very expensive bottles of Red Zinfandel, Pinot Noir, Sangiovese, and Cabernet.

Bringing up a bargain with the moon goddess is something I don't think normal people did, but I was willing to try my luck and see where this got me when it looked as though I would never get a response from her, my feet moved in the direction of the wine cellar in my office. I sat on the couch and brought out the strongest wine in the cellar ‘one-time poison’, I read the name out and I chuckled, the only wine that can get a Lycan drunk, I have to take up to seven to eight glasses before I can get drunk on it, I started chugging down the wine and I felt the sweet-sour taste at the back of my throat before I knew it, I had finished eight glasses and I couldn't see straight anymore, my vision

I snatched it away, taking it to my nose to sniff. My eyes darkened. This wine–it wouldn't affect even a 100 year old vampire, but once a human drank it, there was no telling what would happen. Placing the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, I pulled her wrist a little too harshly, walking out. I could already see the various gazes that had been directed at her since the moment we stepped into the banquet, and how could I miss the obvious hunger in their eyes. It infuriated me to the core. “Ah…where are we going?” She almost yelled once we reached outside, and my gaze snapped back to her.

she replied, picking up his glass of wine and she was ready to drink but Bohden moved fast and snatched it from her hands before it could reach her mouth, causing some of it to gush on the table. Her body jerked with her hand hanging in the air, eyes all wide as she stared at him to explain what the hell he just did because her heart was pounding. "What the hell was that for?" She went ahead asking with a hiss when the man took longer to explain himself. Bohden drank the whole glass, the red liquid painting his lips, "This my dear is not a normal wine, it's mixed with blood. Unless you want a test of it" he took the bottle and stretched his hand to her. Her nose crunched as if she just heard