Vampire Wine Glasses Novels & Stories

It was midnight. Jasper sat by the window in his study room, pouring himself a glass of red wine. The glass he was using at the moment was one of the presents Alyssa had given him. It was a pair of Baroque-style crystal wine glasses. The clear clinking of these glasses indicated their top-notch craftsmanship and exquisite quality. As he sipped the wine, he couldn't help but wonder if when she had gifted him these glasses, she had thought of spending a lifetime together with him.

The entire weight of the Lycan king was falling against me and I grabbed his arm to try and steady him while looking into his glossy eyes. Something red was pooling in his mouth and at first glance it looked like the wine they were drinking. Cherry red with darker hints of chocolate brown. Everyone looked at the wine in their glasses like it was a pool of blood and set them down in a hurry, immediately spitting and coughing, wiping their tongues with their hands and the sigil-stamped napkins.

He asked as I scratched my hair. “A bottle of scotch and two glasses.” I said as I raised my fingers. “I prefer beer.” Azreal said as I glared at him. “I cannot get drunk alone.” I said. “Do vampires get drunk?” “Yes. We get drunk when we reach ecstasy demon.” I said as I opened my purse and revealed my emergency blood bag. “Do you always carry that around?” Azreal asked and I shook my head. “Only when I’m going out on weekends and I’m too law-abiding the cops won’t check my purse.” I revealed.

There is a dancing pole on the platform in front of us, there is no one dancing since they did not order for one. The drinks were served, they are all wines of get quality and really high alcohol content I chose one with the lowest alcohol content. I had a very creamy test. You can hardly tell that it has alcohol in it, which is why I ended up drunk fast. Cameron grins, clinking his glass against mine. "To Alexa, the savior of the vampires!" He say as he chuckles

They both nodded to me as I entered. I grabbed a clean wine glass and a coffee mug from the hutch. Walking over to the barrels I filled the mug halfway full. Grabbing the wine glass I walked down the isles of werewolves. All shackled to the wall some with iv lines hanging from them draining their blood into bags for later and some resting and rebuilding their stock. A woman of maybe twenty five caught Braxton’s interest. I shut the line off to the bag and rerouted it into my glass.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s all, but seeing your little party, I brought you a little something… special. A drink.” He pulled a small bottle from out from his coat, “a vampire’s kiss. Cranberry, raspberry vodka, black raspberry liquor… I’m sure you’ll like it.” I took the bottle as he held it back, it wasn’t a big bottle, probably only 10 ounces. “Thanks, I guess.”

The vampire sat on the throne that was specially made for him by his underlings. Rather he made them do it. After all, their duty is to please him. He held a wine glass in his left hand filled with red liquid. Blood. He swirled the glass and took a sip, sighing in contentment. Ahh... He can almost taste the success. Just a few more minutes into the night and he will get what he wants. Tonight, all his desires will come true.

Shiloh said handing him a Dark Moon bag. “I don’t have any glasses.” He admitted as he took the bag. “I brought those, too.” She blushed. “A housewarming gift.” “Thanks.” He said taking the bag into the kitchen. The girls each had one of Shiloh’s hands and were talking a mile a minute. Opening the bag, he found two bottles, already chilled, and four wine glasses in individual boxes. The first glass he pulled out was a crystal goblet with a pewter devil. The goblet sat on the pitchfork and the tail wrapped around it keeping it in place. There was a mate to it with a female devil.

Alessandro said, holding my hand, “Not that one.” He took the wine glass and returned it to where I had taken it. Instead of the tall and broad-bowled glass I had picked, he grabbed a glass that was wide, shallow-bowled, and flared at the rim and handed it to me. “Use this one,” “Why?” I asked, frowning at him. “Rule number one of drinking wine; choose the right glassware. This is a burgundy glass suitable for delicate reds like Recioto della Valpolicella Riserva.”

It was super cold and chilly in there. "Stop with the questions already Alfred" she says as they come to big huge tanks with taps. "Pick a glass" she says picking one from a shelf not high from their heads. She opens one of the tanks and poured some blood in her glass, human blood. Two other vampires get in laughing uncontrollably, they seemed to be drunk already and the party was only getting started, the two of them move aside to allow them fill their glasses and go. "So this is where the good stuff si kept, looks well refrigerated" he says touching the tanks of blood as the vibration sound of the fridge resumes.