Demetri Volturi Novels & Stories

I add. “I need you to know this, Elvira,” Demetrius says, his voice low and gruff. Slowly, I tilt my head to meet his cold gaze. “You are nothing special to me, Elvira,” he starts, his voice icy and void of any form of emotion. “You are just a contracted bride to me, that is all.”

Suddenly the light went off, and in one empty white wall fell a light, turning into a picture afterwards. A picture of me and Dimitri on the first day we met. I had no idea when he took it, but from the look of it, I could easily imagine him screenshotting it from the CCTV footage in his office. Awe! "It was the day I met the one for me." Dimitri's deep, masculine voice echoed throughout the room, and I looked around frantically, trying to spot him, but there was not a sign. Where was he talking from? "She was so beautiful, I had to literally fight myself to tear my gaze away and maintain my demeanor." Another picture slid up, and it was from a couple days after my joining, in a meeting.

I lift my head slightly whilst we are walking and take in the view in front of me. Dimetrius is built like a warrior god. He has muscles built upon muscles and his skin is ridiculously tanned from all the heat radiating from the Lava flowing through the city. His arse is perfectly round and his pants are slightly too tight, allowing me to visualize exactly what I will see and feel under there the moment we get behind closed doors. I can feel the heat building in my core with every step closer we take, my heart rate is quickening as I’m visualising slamming him against the wall. Out here he is the master, but not behind closed doors.

A seductress who always knew where the exits were. Emilia was… something else entirely. There was a kind of purity in her confusion, a soft strength behind her stares. When she looked at him, it wasn’t manipulation — it was like she was trying to understand him. That unnerved him more than any weapon ever had. He lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the ember flaring in the wind. Dimitri Volkov. That name had sent something sharp down his spine when he first heard it from the file. And when it came through her voice, barely a whisper, picked up by the bug he’d left behind the painting in her Prague bedroom, it had almost made his blood run cold.

They waited for a second or so before another one joined them. But this doctor wasn’t just anybody, he was Dimitri Vittori. Dimitri was one of the most successful surgeons in the country. In fact, the very hospital they were standing in was his. He was the owner of the other successful branches of the hospital under the name Vittori Health Care. Being 36, he had dedicated his life to saving the lives of other people. He was one of the most respected people in the world.

Demetri liked his head just where it was. Caleb had also ensured that no one person knew how to disable the security system. The password to shut it down was split into four segments; each part passed to an anonymous vampire, with Caleb and Annie being the only two who knew the hidden identities of the password keepers. As if that wasn't paranoid enough, Caleb had also tasked one of the subsidiary companies he owned with Demetri to develop a battery that outlasted anything the humans could manufacture. He had over a dozen backups in place, just in case someone managed to circumvent the security around the electricity supply and cut it off. No one could access the Council Chambers unless they

Celine smiled politely, but behind her, Kim had no idea what was going on, and was bouncing on her toes, craning her head, trying to get a view of the dance floor. Sierra’s uncle held out a hand, and Celine reached out hers. “My name is Demetri Volkov.” He engulfed her hand in his huge paws and drew her a few steps toward him. “Let me get a look at you Plemyannitsa. So beautiful.” He turned to the two young men at his sides, who were watching the scene. Their eyebrows were raised, and softness played around their mouths and eyes. He said something in Russian, and they nodded emphatically. Then Sierra got involved in the conversation, and seemed shocked by whatever was being said. Feeling awk

I say to the room at large and all eyes go wide and look everywhere but at me and Ellinore. “Just remember to volunteer early, the longer you wait the higher your voltage will be.” Ellinore laughs at the group who looks scared now as we are both getting up like we weren’t just wrestling like five year olds. “Is there any way you can insulate us so we can be on the ground with enemies, but not feel the effects?” Demitri asks. He has clearly come to terms with the idea of being tested on by his mate.

At the front of the room in a flashy and very pretentious red silk shirt and black slacks sits a smug-looking Valentino with non-other the Deandre Davenport standing at his side just as an obedient lap dog should. "Valentino, I'd say it was good to see you again but we both no it would be a lie" Demitria says while holding out her hand which he takes and kisses the back of. "Ouch, you cut me deep darling" he lets her hand fall, and we finish our pleasantries until we reach the front of the room and take our places. Demitria stands a few inches in front of me with her head held high with Viktor to her right as a show of leadership and loyalty to his boss.

They set out in their real forms, as bats and flew away. Violet had a great time studying the house, she knew she had a long way to go but it didn’t matter, as long as she was getting herself busy. She found out that each member of this house has a particular lane for himself and the lane had a design of their choice. It was unimaginably real, A house as big as this one, with over 15 chambers that she has noted. How many more was she yet to see? Violet kept walking till she met Kimora. She still had no idea of who Kimora was. But she was told yesterday night, how could she have forgotten?