Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

I clearly came here myself. "That's what you think." I glared at him, "Stop reading my mind!" He tilted his head to the side and poured a drink in two glasses, "Come sit Delaney, and before you ask, it's not blood, it's a wine." Do vampires drink wine? I thought. "Yes Delaney, we do, and we eat normal food as you do that's if we want to." "Stop reading my mind," I said again. It's uncomfortable. He shrugs"Look around you, do you know what these are?" he said pointing at the sex toys "Of course I'm sure you do, so the next question should be, have you used any of them before? On yourself" his eyes twinkles, waiting for my answer.

It would be nearly impossible to find a good time to speak to Abraham and ask him what I wanted to know; there were people everywhere, and most of these people were infected with the disease that not only gave them a thirst for blood, but also gave them heightened sense of hearing; I would be a fool to try and speak to Abraham anywhere out in this foyer. Sajida was beside me, drinking her now second glass of red wine. The platters that these servers carried around were color coated—silver for wine, and black for blood. The vampiric guests gracefully picked up these glistening glasses off the black platters and drank very slowly, licking their lips after every sip to remove the evidence of th

“Humans find nature soothing; the classic looks bring back a better time for them to help settle their souls about being around vampires. Many believe in the dark shadows, and the hunter to prey vibe that vampires supposedly represent which they find disturbing. This whole coven area has been decorated to help with the transition, get to know who we really are instead of the human folklore.” Adaline put down a tray of clear glasses, and a special teapot I haven’t seen since I was a boy in the middle. It was made of a type of Bergarian clay in the lands of Vermillion. It could keep the blood warm for hours without it spoiling. Her delicate hands held on to the top, as she poured the blood int

By the time they got to the third glass, Ivy had gotten accustomed to the wine. Brandon on the other hand frowned when he saw Ivy wasn't affected yet. Not to think that this wine was too strong! Most of these vampires would have gotten tipsy at this point then why is she still fine? On the tenth glass, cold sweat began dripping out of Ivy's forehead. The dizziness from earlier hit her with full force blurring her vision. Her fangs had unknowingly extended even as she forced herself to look at Bradon.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

His lips curled up, "Like right now." Nico leaned back, taking a sip from the blood in his glass. "Is that so?" he questioned. Xander's brows rose, his face full of pure confidence. "Are you trying to tell me that you're not worried that the same thing that happened to your last pet will happen again?" I flinched as Nico slammed his glass onto the table, catching the attention of some of the vampires around us. Even Doe let out an audible gasp at what he had just said.

Wordlessly, the vampire poured hot steaming water into it. “Good quality glass they have here,” Suzanne said, making a small talk before stirring the coffee with a metal spoon that was laying on the bar top. She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip, it was scalding hot, just the way she liked it. “Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?” the vampire asked as he sipped his red wine, or was it blood? Suzanne sucked in her breath, there was so much she wanted to ask, so much she needed to know, but right now, she needed to know where the vampire stood. Was he with them or was he not?

I said firmly. "It's not real blood, just wine made from blood-red grapes and spices. A symbolic drink, nothing more. I promise it's suitable for wolves." I took the glass hesitantly, sniffing it. It smelled like wine and cinnamon and something else I couldn't identify. Sweet and spicy at once. "To unlikely alliances," Cassius said, raising his own glass. I sipped the blood-wine. It was delicious, warming my throat as it went down. I took another sip, feeling some of my tension ease.

He rummaged through the kitchen cabinets and found a couple of elegant wine glasses with opaque, etched designs. Carefully, he transferred the wine from the highball glasses into the new wine glasses. The opaque designs added a touch of sophistication and obscured the contents, making it less apparent what they were drinking. Satisfied with the switch, he placed the wine bottle and the new glasses on a tray and carried them back to the leather couch, where Amaya was waiting. He sat down beside her, offering her a glass with a subtle smile. "I thought we might enjoy the wine in these beautiful glasses instead. It adds a touch of elegance, don't you think?"

I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments. “It’s beautiful” she whispered as I pulled her close to my chest. “But not as beautiful as you are” I replied, kissing her lightly on the lips before we sat down. “Why are we here?” She asked, looking around as I poured out wine from the pitcher into our cups “I don’t take blood” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust as I chuckled a bit. “Don’t worry,I can’t give you blood, you’re not a vampire” I assured and noticed her expression relax.