Dimitri X Byleth Novels & Stories

“We go to Washington and take them out of the equation. Isn’t it obvious?” The predatory grin on my face only grows when he says this. “Sounds like music to my ears.” Dimitri chuckles. “I haven’t gotten my Jagdkommando wet with blood in years. Hopefully, I am not too rusty.” “With all due respect, Dimitri, you’re the Bratva Bishop; I doubt you can get rusty,” I say, knowing that even though we were on equal footing now, I could never match up to the legend that is Dimitri Baranov.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

The boy in black hair spoke as he put the papers that contained all information about Audelia on the table. “Thank you, Dimitri. You have worked hard.” Vincent thanked the older boy who looked aloof no matter where he was. Dimitri Azorthine.. He was the illegitimate son of Earl Azorthine and a commoner woman. Due to his birth, Dimitri was abused by the legal wife for quite sometime before he was picked by the King to serve the sickly Vincent. Before Vincent recovered, no one thought of Dimitri as someone important. It because no one would think that Vincent would live long.

The Dimitri, I know, has an army of gangsters working for him. Ben grabs hold of my hand as we make our way down to the garage underneath his apartment before he pulls me towards his car. New character introduction Dimitri Lebedev Leader of the Russian Mafia, age 49 Dimitri’s point of view. After gaining access to the garage area of the guy who took my girl from the King’s, we wait, knowing that He or they have to show their face at some point. I have no idea who this man is. Some wannabe playing the hero, probably. Yeah, he's a big guy, but I have bigger men with me…when you are who I am, there is no need to get your own hands dirty.

Dimitri Kingston sent a tight-lipped smile at his father. "Nonsense, son. We have enough human resources to handle a day or two at work." Before I could refuse, Blake dropped in. "That's really generous of you, sir. I really appreciate it." I peered at the CEO, his jaw had hardened, and eyes shot lasers at Blake who, like an actual caveman, ignored the potential threat and beamed. "Let's go then!" "Ms Green is coming with me," Dimitri commanded, walking back to his car and climbing in, making sure to express his annoyance by a harsh slam of the car door.

"I followed you from the start, even though I lost track of you too. But didn't you see me that night, Caroline?" My eyes widened and then shook as I remembered the black wolf that drove up with my car that night, so it really was Dimitri. "You too who appeared around Balthazar castle ... " He nodded briefly, his eyes looked at me from the hem of my dress to the top of my head slowly then his eyes flashed again in the darkness. "You look so ... amazing." Dimitri looked genuinely taken aback by my physical changes, he cleared his throat slightly before continuing. "So his name is Balthazar? I thought you were the last living pure-blooded Leykan, but it turns out that there are still survivors

"Dimitri." The aged cognac slid down Rhye’s throat as smoothly as honey. Liquid fire. "Alpha," Rhye breathed with a lift of his brow, easily recognising the expensive liquor. "I’m afraid to ask." Dimitri leaned against the sideboard, his arms folded over his chest. "Excuse me?" "You only break out the good stuff when you want something. Usually, something that includes blood, death, and/or war." "Is that any way to speak to your beloved council chief or your uncle?"

“ Dimitri I can't believe I even fell for you , I should have listened to your brother Dylan everyone was right about you . You're so full of yourself , how dare you try to put this on me . I should have picked Dylan ” That seemed to strike a barb. Dimitri winced and gritted his teeth , what other people didn't know was that he was tired of being constantly compared to his younger brother Dylan . Dylan is a naturally gifted person and he excels at everything he does , all the girls trusted him , he had his parents and families approval.

Damien sighed and rubbed his head in frustration. "I know, Alex, but I mean it when I say there's nothing wrong with me. I'm just tired, that's all. Now, as your Alpha, I command you to leave me be!" Damien repeated, firmly ordering Alex with his Alpha title. Alex stared at Damien for a while and seeing he wasn't going to let up, he shook his head, sighed and turned to leave. Damien didn't move and just stared at his friend's retreating back. Some things are better left unsaid. Alex left the room and headed to the balcony for a smoke.