A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

Viktor was the predator killed by a mere witch, and his death set off everything that happened afterwards. “Seems that way, but I’m not about to dwell on what has been; there are other things to look forward to now.” He says, then downs his glass as I follow suit. “Let’s get going; Dimtri has just let me know he’s ready to go.” I nod and follow him outside, wondering how things will work out now with a new Dimitri in the pack and a new and even more dangerous enemy on the rise. — Dimitri Konstantin holds open the SUV door for me as we exit the penthouse elevator. I have my mate in my arms, but she’s still passed out; but I’m not sure if it’s from pain meds or something the witch did.

Tears uncontrollably flow down my cheeks when his eyes close again. "Dimi," I call out. "I'm glad too. I'm glad that I get to die in your hands just like I wanted." He says one last time before his body goes rigid, his hands going limp beside him. "Dimitri." I call out, cupping his very cold face.."Dimi." A loud sob breaks out of me as I bring my head down to his chest. I hear nothing. Just static. I cry out with despair and pain as Dimitri lay cold beneath me.

“Dimitri… what is to be done with him? You said you would handle him personally — no one objects — but will we gain anything from keeping him alive? Nikolai is useful, but Dimitri…?” Several council members nodded in agreement. Mikhail leaned back slightly, his voice cool and flat. “Dimitri is worthless to us. He’ll be tortured, then disposed of. There is nothing to gain from a man who betrays his own empire.” His tone sharpened. “Anything else on Dimitri?” Marcelo spoke up. “How long will he remain alive?” “The least he gets is three days,” Mikhail answered. “But I’m considering executing him the same day as Nikolai.”

The guard suggested and pleaded in his mind for Dimitri to accept his request and to his relief, Dimitri nodded at him. Dimitri and the royal guard left towards the border with some of the men in the court hall following them. They wanted to find out what had made the royal guard who was in charge of the kingdom entrance rush to meet the Lord, with fear and perturbation filled face. A large crowd had gathered itself at the area and as soon as they saw Dimitri’s arrival, they made way for him. Dimitri halted on his feet at once as he could see everything from where he stood. There were seven open carriages and each held a pile of dead bodies of people he was all too familiar with. They were n

I buried my face into his chest and continued sobbing. Dimitri Zane (P.O.V.) I was back at my hotel now. I, unfortunately, had to leave the bodies in the trunk of my car because there was no way that I could get them up to my hotel without causing a scene. This brings me to another thing. Due to the fact that I have two rotting bodies in my car, I could not stay at the hotel overnight because I need to get them somewhere out of the public’s grasp.

Vincent put his arms around her, giving her comfort and strength. Vincent said, “I am sorry you are going through so much because of me.” He traced his fingers through her hair, which made her feel at ease and relaxed. Isabella didn't respond with words; she then hugged him hardly, keeping him closes. ********* Dimitri the Russian mafia leader call his trusted man Viktor. “Viktor, Did you find the kid?” Dimitri spoke with a firm voice. “Sorry boss, we haven’t find him yet, the man already dead when we reach and the kid was not with him.”

“Remarkable. You’ve chosen well, Adrian. I can’t wait to see her in action.” Natalie flushed, ducking her head, but I could feel her pride humming through our bond. We gathered ourselves, weapons strapped, plans in place. My Dhampirs were waiting by the vehicles outside, engines ready. Just as we stepped into the sunlight, my phone buzzed sharply in my pocket. Dimitri. I answered instantly. “Dimitri?” His voice came through raw, frayed at the edges. “Adrian… the tomb is gone.” My steps halted. “What do you mean gone?”

Thump. The bottle rolled to a stop by his knee, kicking up a little dust. "Take it and get out. Consider it a final act of charity from my son." Justin shakily picked up the bottle of bathwater. It was his salvation. It was also his ultimate humiliation. But he had no choice. Under my father's murderous gaze, he clutched the bottle and scrambled out of the hall like a beaten dog. ... The aftermath was exactly as I'd foreseen. Justin returned with the "holy water" and killed the demon-spawn. Isolde died a painful death in the backlash.

“Those kidnapped, tortured and ultimately killed for Alastor’s experiments deserve to be remembered as well.” “What about the traitors,” argues the cheetah. “They too have family do they not?” The cheetah says nothing and continues to gather bodies of the dead. “Consider it done,” says Dimitri as I watch him mutter under his breath. Several pyres appear in the battlefield and warriors begin placing the bodies on the pyres. Dimitri created three long rows to burn the bodies and then several individual ones. Derek stands beside me as I call on my fire powers and set the pyre on fire. I can’t help but sob as I watch my uncle’s body burn to ash. I never thought this would end with me losing the

We were on a bench. “It’s time” Dimitri says softly, a tear drops from my eyes as I realize it wasn’t a dream my mother had really died in my arms and was about to be buried. I give a small nod wiping my eyes, getting off the bench with the assistance of Dimitri. She was placed in a black coffin. They had changed her into a white gown and cleaned off the blood from her. She looked so pale and thin my hands balls to a fist by my side they’ll pay they’ll all pay.