Boris Vampirina Novels & Stories

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

I voiced—soothingly. “My Luna, I think it’s high time I educated you on special powers most wolves in this pack possess.” She added “Huh?” What do you mean—‘special powers?’ Being a werewolf is special on its own,” “Fact! The thing is, some are more than werewolves. Take for example, Boris. He’s something else. When he’s angered and at the brink of death, he emits heat from his hands and it’s hot enough to burn down the human bones, like an acid,”

She doesn’t seem like the kind of wolf that gives up without a fight. “I have big news,” Marian said, bringing me out of my daydream. “Boris Conway, the country’s most powerful and richest werewolf, took interest in Arina’s photography of Onyxfang.” My mouth dropped open. I’ve heard about Boris. Jonathan had told me that they met briefly at one time during a business trip to Silverside. Boris is the Alpha of Silverside, a werewolf city I’ve only dreamt of going to. I’ve only seen Silverside through images; it’s populated by thousands of werewolves. The buildings are skyscrapers and Jonathan told me they have the best museums in the country.

-But what kind of world do we live in! -In a world where myths are more real than we imagine," declared Malvina as she entered the room. -Malvina, have you read what it says on this sheet of paper?- asked Sergio, exasperated, as he shook the paper. Malvina nodded, but even so the delegate felt obliged to tell her. Here it is concluded that the blood of our vampires," he quoted in quotation marks, "was found in the saliva of a bat that exists only in France!

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Leona sighed in resignation. In the next split second she stretched out her fingers in front of Ash who had just set his feet on Leona's right side. "Look! Can my fingernails give him such deep claws? The only female vampire with terrible fingernails is Irina Skarsgard." explained Leona at length.

"I love him, and I will never choose you before him and our child. To hell with you, Boris!" With that statement, Boris changed into his Lycan form. I didn't realise that Alphas were larger than normal werewolves, though I shouldn't have been surprised. What he did next surprised me, and it felt like my heart was ripped out of my body. "Anya!" I screamed in anguish with all my energy as Boris slashed her throat with his claws. "No!"

“Beatrice, come with me. We need to figure this out—now.” I wrench my arm free, anger flaring hot under my skin. “Figure what out? Brandon, I just got here give me a damn second to breathe!” He doesn’t back away, his voice dropping to a low rumble that somehow manages to be both threatening and alluring. “Amanda told me everything. The vampires want your blood for fertility. We have a laboratory in the Mondwächterbuilding in East Berlin. It’s in werewolf territory so you’ll be safe, security’s tight. We need to test your blood.”

It was a dossier of nightmares. "The Crimson Matron," Aaliyah read aloud, her voice tight with a mixture of professional fascination and genuine fear. "An Eastern European witch with advanced hemokinetic abilities. Specializes in blood rituals and generational curses. The Ledger notes she single-handedly brought down the entire vampiric House of Carpathia in a single night of bloodshed." An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen.

Plenty of times, I have passed out on her from the stimulation and the overfeeding of my blood. Twenty-five years passed by, and still, The Lady of Bluestoria made sure to keep me a virgin and save my purity. Lady Candice never let Lord Cameron or any male Bampire fuck me because of my Blood type. You might not know this, but all Bampires have several different DNA genetics. I have the rarest one, and it is SD7.