Alcina Dimitrescu Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dimitri’s thoughts were muddled like someone who was under a spell as she kept on walking towards the forest; not stopping to even think for a moment. ‘You have to reject Krisen, Dimitri. He only wants you to accept him so he can become more powerful. When he is done using you, he will get rid of you and hook up with Elena. Can’t you see how close they are?’ Suban’s voice sounded in her mind. She wiped off a tear that slipped from her eye. “You have to be strong, Dimi,” she said to herself; knowing how much she was starting to like Krisen.

But as his lips continued their original quest down my throat, his tongue joining the fray as he made his way across my collar bone and lower still, I completely forgot about anything else other than the feel of his warm breath against my skin. Dimitri's rebec playlist just went from angsty 80's rock to hopeless love songs XD Any guesses as to what "training" Eddie and Dimka are getting into? A special thank you to the HW godmother for her help with yet another DPOV. He's a tricky one to figure out. Next chapter we'll have an introduction to a newcomer at St. Vlad's! Thanks to everyone out there reading :) Translations: caffler - arsehole, idiot

Sienna leaned forward and said, “Apart from living under the same roof for a few weeks, I don’t know much about Alaric. I can’t see how there is something related to my life that Alaric has kept a secret from me.” “Two years ago a witch cursed Alaric that he would die the moment he consummates his relationship with his mate. You are his soulmate, Sienna….” Sienna held her stomach and burst out laughing, “A witch had cursed him… really… you should have come up with something more realistic…” Aunt Sue waved her hand and the glass of water raised into the air and flew to her hand. Taking a sip of water she asked, “What will you say now?”

She loved being the sovereign queen of her life and Sricgis. She lay immersed in her hot tub with the thoughts whirling through her head as her phone buzzed. She knew who it must be even without having to open her eyes. Only one person would have the guts to call her late at night. She hit the accept button and put the phone to her ears, "Yes?" The voice of Dominic drawled, "You could have at least let me ask your hand before you said yes. Not that I mind, Valencia Raskin." Valencia rolled her eyes, "It's Archon Alpha."

Alyse Pov The iron bars of the dungeon didn't just hold me in; they reminded me that I was a ghost. After Alaeric walked away, the silence in the cell felt like a lead weight. His words looped in my head like a curse. A mistake I cannot afford. I do not accept you as my Luna. First Kayden. Now him. I leaned my head against the cold stone and closed my eyes, refusing to let a single tear fall. I was done crying for men who didn't want me.

Right now as I sip my drink I watch as Dante continues to try and get Damitri to tell us what his sick little mine fantizised about just a moment ago that had him pitchibng a tent like a pre-pubesent boy discovering p**n for the first time. “Bro really? Your not going to tell me what the fuck had you harder then a fucking pole” Dante says in a whine as he sloutches back in his chair. “I bet it was something to do with Nico bending me forward while fucking me with in a slow second of the end of my life while I choked on Dimitris cock and jerked you off” my peach says as she walk into the kitchen and to my side where she takes my glass and downs the last of my drink.

He sniffles again, not crying anymore, his voice becoming more rigid as he responds, “My mother was Alaina Tatia, My father was an Alpha’s second son, Jax. I’m going to be eighteen this year.” I realize he’s giving me all this information, with the belief that I'll tell him where Alora is, but I can't speak. I only stay in silence, and I see the light flee from Dimitri’s eyes as he realizes he’s not getting an answer out of me. He sniffles again and turns around, locking the bars behind him as he leaves.

Alison, bursting with her usual energy, shifted closer to him on the couch, her curiosity barely contained. “Tell me about yourself,” she said, her tone flirty, direct, and completely unfiltered. “I need to know if we’re going to be lovers or just friends. I’ve got a lot of preferences, you know.” I nearly choked back a laugh. She was a storm wrapped in glitter and charm, completely unaware she was speaking to one of the most feared Strigoi in the city. Dimitri blinked, caught off guard for once. “I beg your pardon?”

he bowed. Lucinda laughed. "I know who you are, Carson, and I'm pleased to meet you." Dimitri was over the pleasantries. All he wanted to do was fix Hazel and get the fuck out of dodge. But now he was in the Fae World, and it was obvious that shit had hit the fan. Now this was just another distraction and time wasted that he could use to search for his mate and daughter. "You must be Dimitri Winterbourne," Lucinda said. "You are just as how I saw you in my vision. Don't worry, you'll see Zoey and your daughter soon."

I thought that they were going to get married soon, just before I fabricated my death. "You bear an uncanny resemblance to her," Alucard remarked, taking a step closer. "Even your voice is reminiscent of hers." With a purposeful stride, he closed the distance between us, and his knuckles brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "And that mole near your lips," he added, gently using his thumb to trace its outline, causing me to suppress any visible reaction to his touch. "I can't mistake those features, Grand Duchess Bellwood."