Boris Vampirina Novels & Stories

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

“The northern border morning patrol took our positions and we sent two of our juniors to walk fifty yards out from the border, as per patrol guidelines, and they noticed an unfamiliar scent. I, personally, went out to smell for myself and confirmed that the scent was indeed unfamiliar and werewolf, as suspected. We walked the area but weren’t able to locate the culprits. That’s when I mindlinked you. It’s similar to what happened a year ago.” Luke nodded in understanding. “Since I wasn’t here a year ago, do you mind explaining what happened?” I asked. “Two werewolves from the Bois Sombre Pack were discovered after their scent was detected at the border. They were tortured and killed, per you

She locked eyes with me, and she shifted into an impressive gray wolf with green eyes. That was when I knew. She was a hybrid like me: Wolf and vampire. Though by birth, not by bite. She was as rare as I was.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

“ I smell human blood on you, you reek of it. Though you were not yet born when big brother roamed this land, I was even a little kid by that time but I always listen to all his teachings and followed the righteous path… “ the bald demon was about to continue bragging when the bat demon cut him off. “ how do you explain This “ The bat demon said while pointing to the bowl in the righteous demon's hand. The Bald demon smiled, revealing his thirty-two sets of pearly whites. When you look closely at those teeth, you’ll notice a pair of sharp and pointy teeth at the upper part of his mouth, they were the sharp incisors used for sucking blood. These two demons were both vampires, but this particu

On the screen was a magnified strand of something that looked almost like blood, though it was too thick, too dark, and too organized. Simon didn’t look away from the monitor. “This was taken from a tissue sample embedded in the hyoid bone. It was the cleanest extraction we could get since most of Darius’s system burned too fast.” Richard’s voice was flat. “And?” “And it’s not wolf, and it’s not human either.” Simon tapped a few keys, and the image on screen split in two. “It’s showing dormant viral sequences that match known relics from vampire DNA archives, ancient ones, preserved in bloodstone repositories. Almost extinct markers, but still viable and still present.”

"Your actions yesterday caused Wilhelmina to be heavily influenced by Nightshade, resulting in her redirected attraction towards me." Boris' face reddened even more, the veins in his neck bulging. He took an ominous step closer to me. "You filthy Lycan!" he roared. His hands balled into fists by his side, shaking with barely suppressed rage. "I am not afraid of you, Boris," I responded, keeping my voice steady. "If Wilhelmina wishes to involve herself with me, then it is her choice. Not yours." "But she is my fiancé!" he bellowed.

“Let’s go.” They turned to leave, but Bjorn clapped loudly, the sound echoing through the hall. “I would have been very disappointed if you’d agreed,” Bjorn called out. “In the end, I want you as my Luna, and my Luna cannot behave like a cheap whore. As a token of my affection, I’ll tell you who is responsible.” Zoriana stopped, rooted to the spot, but she didn't turn to face him. Her heart hammered against her ribs. “It was rogues,” Bjorn said, his voice losing its playful edge. “But not mine. Not werewolves. It was Vampires.”

"One name. A woman called Nadia Voss. Born in Hungary, supernatural wolf lineage but permanently powerless from birth. Former academic, spent fifteen years studying supernatural sociology before she disappeared from public record four years ago. She reappeared in Romania around the same time the Bloodless began forming." "Do we have an image?" "Yes." Iris passed around a photograph. A woman in her early forties, sharp-featured with close-cropped dark hair and the particular quality in her eyes of someone who had been certain about something for a very long time. "She is educated," I observed. "That means she is not operating on impulse. Whatever she is building, she has thought it through ca