Vampirina Boris Novels & Stories

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.

Ralp looks at me and smiles. "Elena! You are back. Something wrong? You brought more people with you. Mara is good. She is in our tent, resting." "This is my mate," I say and point at Vladimir. "This is my cousin, Dina." Ralp looks at Dina, but I can tell he is not happy. "She is a vampire. How can she be your cousin?" he asks. "Long story. But we are looking for Abasi. We need to return the scythe to the Scorpion Queen," I say.

Luca walked closer to the two-way mirror, observing the situation. "You have no idea how painful it is." Lord Boris had a frown. "He's holding up pretty good." "You've gone through this?" I asked the vampire with a frown of my own. "Yes. I was one of her lab rats." He scoffed with a distant look. "How far did you go?" Luca asked, watching her put another one on the rogue's upper arm. "I lasted until she reached up to my jaw. That's the worst feeling ever. It was hell." Lord Boris crossed his arms, looking smug.

Dracula, the ancient vampire king, observed them with a regal poise, his crimson eyes reflecting both wisdom and scrutiny. Luna, the moonlit pup, remained by Maximus's side, a silent presence in the midst of deliberations. As the discussions reached a pause, Dracula raised his hand, signaling for attention. The leaders turned their gaze toward him, their expressions a blend of anticipation and respect. "Alpha Maximus, Luna, and Princess Georgia," Dracula began, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "you stand at the threshold of an alliance that bears the potential to reshape the delicate balance between werewolves and vampires. The moonlit mark, present in Luna, is a celestial blessin

Witches came to camp in the boundaries of venngreberg in disguise,vampires there were too weak to smell their presence except a little boy with special abilities called Perseus,he saw through the disguise but couldn't do anything because he was only a boy unless he goes to venngreberg and inform the king

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

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She scoffed at my announcement, "Mate, you say. That human cannot be your mate Damian. Do not be delusional" "The instincts, the attraction says otherwise", I argued. High Queen sighed, "Damian, being attracted or having craving for their blood doesn't always mean that you are mates. Vampires by nature crave human blood more than any other creature's blood because human blood is like nectar to our palates". She closed her eyes as if she was reminiscing something similar although I was aware that she had abstained from drinking human blood decades ago. Most of us followed her footsteps and I wanted to say that I had never felt this type of craving in my entire life. I never really had any inc

eyes. "Tell him. I do not fucking care about the way. Just sacrifice some of our experimental subjects if that helps save Askarovich! Understand?" “Y-y-yes, Your Majesty!” “Now, get out of my sight!” “Yes… yes! I will tell the head researcher about your decision just now! Then, I will take my leave. Have some rest, Your Majesty.” He only responded to Malik's words with a wave of his hand, letting the half-Arab and half-East Asian bloody man walk away from in front of him. "Step over my corpse before you lay a finger on my best friend, you filthy bastard!" His hands were clenched into fists, together with his jaw clenching as soon as he remembered what the Pedrosa woman named Bianca Pedrosa

“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.”