Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

he murmured as his grip on the wine glass tightened, causing it to shatter and wine to splatter over the counter. He stared at the bartender, who quickly took out a rag and began cleaning. He sighed, stopped her, and requested another wine glass. Soon, he was gulping down another glass, and from the corners of his eyes, he noticed a man leering at the bosom of a female vampire.

Finally, she took out a bottle and opened it in one expert movement. She leaned under the bar and grabbed a chiseled crystal glass. She put it delicately in front of the vampire and served him a glass of wine. The vampire graciously took the crystal and sniffed the contents. "Mmm. That is exquisite. Romanée-Conti?" "That is correct, Elder." Augustin laughed softly and held out his glass to be filled. "Is this the '45 vintage?" Amber looked down at the bottle she was holding before nodding. The vampire's eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment, and he clicked his long nails on the wood of the counter. "What excess and lore the Crescent Moon pack is offering us tonight!"

Damon suddenly appeared behind me, holding four cups; three beers and a glass of what was definitely vampire wine, if the coppery smell of blood was any indication. “L-Lord Voss.” The vampire immediately took a step back. “I didn’t know you were here.” “Well, now you do.” Damon coolly set the drinks down on our table. “And now, as my cohort was saying—you can fuck right off.” The vampire didn’t hesitate. He turned and fled into the crowd without another word. Chloe and Ronan picked up their beers. I took mine and began to peel off the damp label, looking around at the writhing vampires. The dance floor was fully packed with bodies, most of them half-naked.

“Mates don’t date. And we’re all too old to be called anyone’s boyfriends with a straight face.” “Well, I don’t recall being marked so…” I shrugged. “That will change at dessert.” Aidan winked. I was working out a comeback but kept it to myself as the server arrived. We ordered our meals. Albert’s had to be specially modified to be ultra spicy, and he was getting a special bottle of ‘wine’ reserved strictly for those with his ‘dietary issue.’ Only a vampire would add a vampire-only section to their menu, complete with blood masquerading as wine. I tried to brush it off, but when he chose his ‘wine,’ he went with AB Négatif; it was my blood type. How humans don’t easily grasp that it’s talkin

The air stank of lust, money, and overripe fruit. “Nyxara,” he drawled, waving a hand without looking up. One of the girls scurried over with a glass of deep red wine, offering it to me with downcast eyes. “Join me. This vintage is older than half the pups in this fortress.” I took the glass, swirling it once before sipping — rich, tart, with a hellfire kick that burned pleasantly down my throat. I didn’t sit. I prowled closer, tail swaying like a metronome of ruin.

I decided to check the bar at the extreme, and as soon as I lifted the first bottle I saw an infinity sign but there was no infinity written on it, and since it's the only one close to what the Alpha told me, I took it out and gently placed it on the diamond crafted dining table, I searched around for wine glass and found them at the top part of the wine rack, the fuck how am I supposed to get there? I tried reaching it with my hands but I could barely go beyond half of the the wine rack, I suddenly felt a presence behind me and I could tell it was one of the Alpha brothers but I don't know who it was, he brought down one wine glass, “Two please” I muttered and he brought another one, I slow

I wondered how she would look when she got bigger; I imagined she’d be even more beautiful. Would it be a girl or a boy? Perhaps a girl. I took a sip of my wine. The taste was both familiar and strange. I’d had this brand—Screaming Eagle—more than once, but this time it felt different. As I stared into my glass, a sudden cough shattered the quiet. One soldier coughed, then another, until the whole group was gasping and coughing. Their now-empty glass of wine sat on the table before them. “Wolfsbane.”

He seemed to be suffering the same melancholy that had afflicted me all day. “I noticed the vampires had warm and cold blood at dinner. Do you normally drink it that way?” He studied me, his eyes returning to black pools of nothingness. “This”—he made a small motion with his wineglass—“is cow’s blood mixed with wine. The soup was broth mixed with the same blood and heated. It gives us the illusion of enjoying food.” “What about human blood. Do you drink it?” I thought about the blood donor businesses. “Would you like a demonstration?” he asked seriously, his gaze going to the pulse of my throat. Flames lit his eyes.

Skyla smirks at me as she takes a sip; I burst out laughing, and she giggles, asking. “What.” I screw my nose up, “The servants pour the blood into a wine glass for you?” She glances around the room, making sure Xavier hasn't returned and says, “Xavier prefers me to drink from a glass, not a blood bag. Apparently, it's less disturbing for guests when we have them.” My sides hurt from laughing as I stammer, “You have to be kidding; it doesn't matter what you drink the blood out of, your still a vampire?” She grins,

And as far as I know, werewolves don't get intoxicated like other species, and drinking is like soft drinks to us. Well, not for me though, I get a little tipsy from alcohol. "Here, my lady." He laid down the martini that I ordered, and it had a red shade of color that makes it even more ironic being served by a vampire. I thanked the bartender, and he proceeded to be busy with other orders. I glanced behind me.