Boris Vampirina Novels & Stories

She only remembered going to sleep and having a sweet dream all about Zev. “Think carefully. Something must have happened,” Boris said. “I may be half-asleep when I stepped in your room a few minutes ago but if I was right, I caught a whiff of a familiar scent.” He looked at her in the eyes. “I didn’t want to ask this in the first place, but I think I have to. Did anyone from the vampire clan approached you tonight?”

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

Lots of them. Boris was barely alive when I released him. He was crying, but these crocodile tears he was showing was nothing compared to the tears of the wolves he and his wife had sold. They begged to be released many times, but the couple were blind and deaf to their plea. In a shaky voice, Boris said, “Please forgive me, Katniss. I would tell you everything you want to know-“ “No need. I got all the details I need already. It turns out you were not as important to the vampire king as you think, Boris. You didn’t even get to meet him yet.”

My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me. The vampire’s eyes were strangely beautiful… Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson, clear, and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little. Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, and over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quickly there was a good chance I’d just imagined it.

I slammed the book shut. Needless to say, these were all nonsense myths! I picked up the last one which seemed more promising than the rest. The book showed different names of vampires. Nosferatu, they were less common ones, and their vampiric change was difficult to achieve, their immune system had fought the virus and the virus was forced to mutate in order to survive, this result in deformed and disfigured vampires. Yuck. Suaria, they are often known as the reptile or the lizard vampires. They have the teeth that are all sharply pointed like those large lizards and their bodies are chameleon-like, they could change the color of their skins to match with their surroundings.

The girl was weeping softly now, but she gave a nod in response. Boris lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The girl cried out and shoved at his head. "No!" Boris forced his hand between her legs, parted those soft, creamy thighs, and shoved a finger inside her. Emeriel cried out in pain, squirming under his touch.

I was getting sick of getting our asses kicked. Viktor slid a black vampire onto the corner of the twenty-first street. "This vampire's name is Armand. His superpower is speed. He's almost as fast as you, Darick, but he's young, and I feel we can take him out." I nodded in agreement. He then slid another vampire onto the corner of the twenty-second street between an ice cream shop and a laundromat. “This vampire's name is Jasper. If he bites you, he could potentially paralyze you as he possesses venomous poison, like a snake. He is one of the most dangerous members of Amon's crew."

“You heard Borin when you returned to school in August. Even if he would have wanted to bring him back, there was nothing to work with. He and Yuril raided his lair and other known living places: they could not find any lingering essence of him anywhere. The EBEE also looked into it. Whatever you did to him will need to be written down in books for teaching, we told you that.” They turned left into an alley and stopped in the middle of it. From the other end of it, they saw four more vampires walking toward them. Coralis positioned herself in an attacking position. One of the vampires in front of them raised both of her hands, palms facing them. Coralis and Martha turned around and saw the o

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

A long, black tendril of his hair tickled her skin as he leaned forward and ran his tongue slowly up her spine. She shivered and moaned, making his cock flex at the sound. He licked up her spine again and again, taking a moment to nip with his teeth, which sent her into a frenzy of movement. Her skin looked so delicate, but he knew her heritage made her a thousand times stronger than he was, even when he was in full health. Cassia was Vârcolac: both vampire and wolf. She had a feisty lust that made her the most alluring woman he had ever lain with.