Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

He collected wine glasses from a cabinet in the kitchenette and placed them on the counter. “Genevieve ?” She detached herself from the wall by the whips and sat on one of the bar stools he indicated while he poured them each a glass of wine. He should have chosen white. Something fruity and light like a Riesling or sauvignon blanc. The red was too strong and dark and made him think of blood and pain. It made him more eager, so that the gesture of trying to relax her would only come at a price to her later.

“Sometimes you can use fragrant and intoxicating virgin blood,” the vampire says, filling his glass from the “human bottle” - Especially before the fight. Suddenly this is the last glass of blood - Lusters took several large sips. Undisguised pleasure swept across his stony face. Brook-ta-man grinned at these words.

Blood-red wines, aged to perfection, stood as beacons of temptation, their aromas swirling like an intoxicating spell. As the clock neared the appointed hour, the first guests arrived, their presence a testament to their status and influence within the vampire world. They glided through the entrance, their elegant attire an extension of their regal personas. Velvet capes flowed gracefully behind them, adorned with intricate embroidery that whispered stories of their lineage and power. Jewels sparkled in the dim light, casting mesmerizing reflections that mirrored the inner depths of their wearers' immortal souls.

Ares moved to the bar and grabbed two crystal glasses. The cups looked like they weren’t meant to exist on earth but in far kingdoms. They were probably bat shit expensive. I watched him from the sofa, my arms crossed, still annoyed that I'd given in and sat down. He was such a bully. He poured the wine with practiced ease. The liquid was dark, almost black in the dim lighting. It looked enticin. "I don't want any," I grumbled.

I explained while pouring her a glass of wine after getting a bottle from the wine chiller under the kitchen counter. "Thank you," she smiled and smelled the wine before taking a sip. "This is good wine." She praised. "Though I'd never expected less from a four hundred years old vampire." She smiled and her playful wink reached straight to my cock. "Are you calling me old now?" I challenged her as I take the cup after the microwave dinged. She watched me as I drink the blood and I couldn't help but feel aroused as she move closer after finishing her glass of wine.

The only possible idea. “I do. Red.” “Bring it. Please.” He went to the climate-controlled wine cabinet, which, without power, was already beginning to warm. He chose a bottle at random—a full-bodied Malbec—and returned with two heavy water glasses. He sat on the sofa, not the armchair, keeping a meter of distance between them. The act of peeling the foil, twisting the corkscrew, hearing the soft pop of the cork coming free were absurdly normal rituals in the midst of chaos. He poured two fingers of blood-colored wine into each glass.

I said a little too loudly towards the kitchen and felt foolish because of vampire hearing. He enters the living room, and I notice his white blonde hair has been cut shorter since I last saw him. Other than that, he was dressed like he was going to some classy affair with a three-piece suit on. He was holding two wine glasses; I am not much of a wine drinker. However, I don't want to appear rude, so I take it while smiling as he sits. "It is an excellent red wine from one of my private collections. I ordered some rare O- blood mixture I enjoy mixing in."

The elder looked at me with confusion. Is this also part of the wedding? I sighed heavily and hopelessly put back my hand at the top of his. Someone appeared beside the elder. It was a boy carrying a golden wine glass. It has a red liquid inside. What was that?! “What’s that?” I whispered to Damon, but Damon just glared at me. I wanna glared at him back but the elder glanced at us. “This wine will be the representation of your eternal bond to each other,” the elder said and held out the wine glass to Damon and Damon immediately sipped a bit of it.

“There is little nutritional value in it for vampires, as you know.” “Nutritional value doesn’t affect your liking for wine, however,” Tyler broke open the beer carton and offered a beer to Rhett and Cameron, who both accepted it. Heath shook his head when Tyler held a bottle out to him, and crossed to the kitchen cupboards to retrieve the wine glasses. There was one missing. It wasn’t on the draining board. “You broke a wine glass. There was four, before,” he commented lightly. “Yeah. These things happen.” There was something in Aislen’s tone of voice as she replied, and Heath narrowed his eyes at her trying to read from her face why a wine glass would upset her.

Xerxes stared at them, his blue eye sharpens, making the envoy swallowed nervously. The envoy from Solaice Kingdom motioned for one of his companions and they moved forward, presenting the box that he was holding to the princes. He opened the box and inside were three wine glasses that have a design of branches spreading from the bottom to the upper half. The first was a gold themed wine glass that has a intricate design along the edge of it, decorated with crystals and diamond that gave it a more sophisticated look. The second was blue themed, with a design that is similar to a butterflies’ wings and has an outline of gold. Its handle is gold and has a few blue gems strategically placed her