A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

Then another. Sable was protecting Alexei and also fighting the operatives who tried to reach them. His movements weren't graceful. They were desperate and effective. He was fighting like someone who'd finally figured out what mattered. The scarred operative was bleeding. Badly. She knew she was losing. As she went down, she said something that changed everything: "Dimitri's already gone. The cathedral collapsed on him. He never made it out. This is just us following orders from a dead man."

“Likes cosplay.” I read the line aloud and burst out laughing. Next to it stood a wardrobe packed with every kind of lingerie imaginable. From bunny girls to cat girls, I ended up picking a fox-girl outfit. There wasn’t any deeper reason behind my choice. The fox tail was fluffier, and honestly, it looked warmer. A pair of ivory candles flickered softly nearby. Following the ritual, I completed the vows before climbing straight into the enormous crystal coffin. Our Lord lay silently inside. He looked in his twenties.

“Unfortunately, the bodies of Armando and his son are not in the cemetery.” “It wasn’t their tomb we were looking for,” I said. “Whose then?” “I don’t understand why you’re so interested in what we did here,” I said. “We don’t want difficulty here, and Ranzel or my pals have nothing to do with your issue with Mama and me.” “You’re so arrogant, Damon,” Dimitri said. “What cockiness did I show?” “Maybe you thought I forgot what you did to me after I went to your house,” Dimitri said.

Beckett said as he helped Dimitri to his feet. "No. I'm not letting him off the hook just because I need a bandage. We'll leave when he dies." Dimitri said as he rotated his shoulder and winced at the pain that radiated through his muscles. Dimitri lets out a sigh when he sees Leon is dead. He hadn't even begun to have fun with him yet. He was just getting started. ....

I won't let that happen. "Alpha! Damn it, Gabriel!" Dimitri's screams break through the fog. What the hell? I fall to my ass, Dimitri and two others standing over me. They each look ready to pounce if I move wrong. "What the hell just happened?" Dimitri screams at me. "I don't know." My voice doesn't sound right. Dimitri looks at me strangely. "You killed him, Gabriel. He's dead." "Cobra?" I ask as he helps me stand. I look past him. What used to be Cobra Moon lays on the floor, his arms hang from the iron cuffs, disconnected from his body. His head is a mess, unrecognizable.

Simply looking at these flowers will uplift your spirits and send you good energy from another plane of existence. Which I believed is partly true. But who is she? "His daughter." I jumped back and abruptly turned around to face him, Cleo. His right hand is occupied with a pink hyacinth bouquet. "It's her favorite." he suddenly muttered. "A pink hyacinth." So, Celine is Dimitri's daughter. My eyes lifted at the tombstone. Dimitri seems lost from the past he had been holding up for years. Is that why he buried her a few meters away from the mansion?

Dimitri informed. "Then go," Kira smiled. "But" and he took her hand and placed it on his very hard dick. "I know, but you have go!" she spoke as she too went inside the closet too get dressed. "Urgh! Fine, I will kill them all this time,” Dimitri barked angrily. And he looked back again, Kira had disappeared inside the closet. “We are coming," Dimitri groaned at the small slit of the door, outside which Taron stood, and closed the door to go and have an icy shower!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Dimitri's POV The convoy moved slowly through the city streets. Behind me, a black hearse carried her coffin. Simple and elegant, just like she would have wanted. My guards surrounded the vehicles in perfect formation. Their heads were bowed. Their faces were grim. The city seemed to know. Even the people on the streets stopped and stared as we passed. Some made the sign of the cross. Others just watched in silence. I sat in the back of my car, staring at nothing.

Dmitri doubted that Cooper heard anything he said but hoped that he was reunited with his family and Dmitri took solace in knowing he wasn’t suffering anymore. After a minute of silence in respect for their fallen comrade, Dmitri carefully picked up the body and carried it back upstairs to lay it respectfully on the floor with his hands over his chest before he grabbed a dusty sheet from a lone chair and covered the body. “We cannot stop. I do not know if my sisters’ spells have worn off or not so watch each others’ backs.”

--- Two Weeks Earlier – Dimitri The scene cut to a dimly lit room, somewhere in Prague. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, a glass of vodka in hand, his face half-hidden in shadows. The scar across his jaw caught the light as he smiled — a cold, lethal smile. “They think they buried me,” he murmured, swirling the glass lazily. “But the dead don’t stay dead.” On the table lay photographs — Alexander, Isabella, and… a baby. Dimitri’s fingers traced the image, his smile widening.