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.

Dimitri said, marching in from the kitchen wearing black pants and twirling a golden crown around his finger. I bit my bottom lip. Hunter threw the Solaris Crown out the window! “Thanks a lot, brother. I doubted you entirely,” Dimitri said to Hunter. “I even had to send my entire troop to the Pack just to make sure you hadn’t found a way to lie to me.” Hunter clenched his jaw. “I did what you asked.” “Sure, but you’re only a free man when Ezra is dead.” Dimitri’s reinforcements burst into the house. My focus was on the crown in his hands. He smirked and placed it on his head.

Lenox announced to Layla while they were changing the bandages on her wounds. Layla nodded and smiled slightly as she saw the person who followed Lenox enter. Dimitri appeared with a white stuffed animal that he took from his back after approaching the gurney. The Russian woman was surprised, her cheeks, under the bruised skin, turned crimson. "Do you like it?" Dimitri asked, sitting next to her on the gurney and taking out a red cardboard box from a bag he had brought. "I wanted to bring you a gift, it can keep you company when I'm not here."

'He is no longer human,' My wolf spoke. 'Grave robbery,' I connected the dots together. So that was Dimitri's plan all along. He stole the dead corpse of his business partner and converted him into a vampire. As disgusting as I found it, I couldn't help but wonder how he did it. The last time I checked, someone had to be bitten alive in order to be made a vampire. Then again, I couldn't put it past the resources in the vampire coven. I guessed Dimitri must have gotten a scientist to pull a stunt like this. "I am entertained." The man peered down at us. "Something I haven't seen in a while."

“You’re supposed to be on bed rest. Remember, that's the doctor’s orders.” Dimitri shrugged, wincing slightly at the movement. “I was bored. Thought I’d see if you had any decent coffee.” He looked me up and down, his eyes taking in the fact that I was dressed, that I was eating. “You look like shit. But slightly less shit than yesterday.” I almost smiled. “Thanks.” He hobbled over to the kitchen and started rummaging for the coffee beans. “So. You're gonna just brood in this museum forever? Or you have a plan to get your girl back?”

Inside, the warehouse was half empty crates stacked against one wall, a flickering bulb overhead, and in the center, a single figure. Miguel froze. It wasn’t what he expected. Dimitri sat in a wheelchair. His face was pale, thinner, one side scarred from burns. His legs, once powerful, lay still beneath a blanket. For a moment, the two men just stared at each other. “Well,” Dimitri said, voice gravelly, bitterly amused. “Took you long enough.” Miguel’s hand twitched near his holster. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Dimitri smirked faintly. “Almost was. You made sure of that.”

"I want the whole world to know that even if you were an illegitimate son, you're still worthy of the real luminescent pearl, while Elliot was only ever fit to wear a fake." A bitter smile curled at the edges of my lips. By now, the fake luminescent pearl was probably covered in maggots. In the next second, someone stumbled into the venue, screaming, "Ms. Ashford, this is bad! Emilia just stormed the cemetery and dug Mr. Elliot out of the ground. Mr. Elliot is dead!"

He stood near the back of the gathering, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, his expression a mixture of grief and guilt. When the time came, Dimitri’s body was carried by the men of his family to the burial site, a serene spot under a cluster of palm trees. The air was thick with the sound of whispered prayers, and the scent of incense lingered as the body was gently lowered into the ground. Celine stepped forward, her hand shaking as she dropped the white rose into the grave. “You were my light,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “And I’ll carry your love with me always.”

It was just a matter of time before they will start using it. Then someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” Roman spoke coldly sipping his drink. A man came in looking down at the floor as he spoke. “Sir they successfully got to Dimitri. He’s reported to be dead.”

Dimitri blatantly ordered. “W–why? This is the fourth time you will cancel it.” The elevator dinged and Dimitri didn't reply as he stepped out into the underground parking lot. One of the guards rushed over and opened the door of a long black limo. “Sir… may I ask your reason for cancellation this time?” Mara asked, her eyes fixed on the laptop's screen as she typed away. “Domestic issues with my fiancé.” Dimitri said, his eyes fixed on the view outside the window and he didn't see Mara's widening eyes as her gaze flew to him. “Ava is dead.”