A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

How could you have lived such a miserable life for so long, Viola…" I floated in the air, patting him on his shoulder from afar. I never thought that after revolving my life around Aaron for more than 20 years, the person collecting and dealing with my dead body would turn out to be someone else. Dustin called the funeral home. Then, he took emergency leave from work and made the necessary arrangements. He purchased an extremely pretty urn for me before taking me away from the funeral home. After considering for a long time, he finally decided on the perfect location for my burial ground. It was a very pretty place. It happened to be during the sunflower blooming season, and I was surrounded

First came Stephanie's piercing shriek. "Ah! Stop looking! Don't look!" Vincent flew into a rage. "Put the cover back on, Mom. Now!" By then, the visitors had seen everything. They saw him climb off her in a compromising position. Sweat gleamed on his skin, and faint marks of passion showed across his body. His pants hung around his ankles. The inner wall of the coffin was scored with scratch marks of varying depth. Torn clothing lay scattered inside the casket.

Broad through the shoulders in a way that had nothing to do with his jacket. He held his glass loosely, barely drinking, dark blue eyes moving across the room with the slow patience of a man who noted everything and reacted to nothing. Dimitri Volkov. In my first life I had seen exactly two photographs. Both coarse. Both taken from a distance by people who understood that getting close was not advisable. The photographs had not prepared me for the reality of him. I told Riley I needed water. She nodded and turned back to the dance floor. I slipped through the crowd.

Sydney spotted the head before I did, walking over to it with a dismal expression. When she realized who it was, she closed her eyes and whispered, "May you find peace, Dimitri, where ever you are." Turning to her wolves, she ordered, "take him to the morgue and treat his body with respect. He's going to be buried with the dignity and respect he deserves as soon as I can find Julian and Ambrosia," her next words were murmured more to herself, "that's if either is still alive."

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

The coffin carriers froze. "We saw the lids weren't properly sealed when we set it up that day, so we fixed—" "Bullshit!" Daddy rushed forward and shoved them aside. He bent down to look, only to see a row of densely packed iron nails wedged through the coffin lid, sealing it shut. He froze, too stunned to accept what he saw. "Q-Quick! Pry the nails out! My son is still inside!" The guests around them had no clue what was going on. They simply thought Mommy and Daddy were overwhelmed with grief.

He lay in the lower chambers, a silent testament to the end of an era, an end that had left scars on my soul but also, unexpectedly, paved the way for something new. Dmitri had arrived shortly after, his usual calm demeanor barely masking the tension. He’d handled the assassin with ruthless efficiency, but his gaze kept flicking to Tristan, a silent assessment that eased only when he saw Tristan was truly unharmed. “What about Kuznetsov?” Dmitri asked, his voice low, when we finally stood by the reinforced steel door that led to Vlad’s resting place. The rest of the household was still in an uproar, but this, this final act, needed privacy. Tristan stood beside me, quiet, observant, his hand

Dice: This morning I woke up way early than I planned but when Maestro calls I know to get my ass up and answer. He has been doing his own investigating to find out who has been following us around since we already established they did not know the local drug dealers we took out. Unfortunately we found out the Russians have come back for Dimitri's body so now Maestro and I are on a\our way to meet the man who took Dimitri's place André. Maestro said he will bring Dimitri since he figured they would want him back he paid a local to cremate the man. Now I have the joy of leaving my wife in bed to deal with this mess.

“Do we have any lead on the shooters?” Dmitri entered the room. “Karan, we found a guy. He was hiding in the vicinity when we went to retrieve Vasilly’s body.” Four of the guards carried the coffin to the Hole, where they had buried other Sinners Men. Vasilly wasn’t important or high ranking enough to warrant a ceremonial burial, but he would do the best he could.

In fact, I didn't think Murnot knew how to express any emotion. Lixiss continued to lead me through the corridors. I knew where we were going. I'd attended countless Rites of Passages and other ceremonies, each of them held in the same chamber. Though admittedly, I'd never gone adorned in such finery and priceless coven artefacts. Eventually, we came to a stop outside the only door crafted from oak wood and infused with