Dimitri X Byleth Novels & Stories

“This is Strigoi business, not Balshov business.” Then he looked at me—direct, but measured. “I say that with the utmost respect, of course.” I offered him a small, fleeting smile. The kind that let him know he could keep speaking—safely. He exhaled, just slightly. “Lord Alexei is Strigoi,” Dimitri finally said, cutting through the silence. And though people often forgot, it was true. My father—Volodymir’s nephew—was of the Strigoi bloodline. His name didn’t bear Volodymir’s weight, but his lineage did. And that shadow never fully left him, no matter how far he distanced himself, no matter what alliances he built.

my eyes and I could see tears starting to rim them. I peeled out of the parking lot and headed towards the pack, “Tyler, he is not gonna do shit to me, he can try all he wants but he isn’t going to win this.” This mother fucker was going to die. This was em the end of him. After tonight I would rid this town of its leader and I would rest until I did it with my own claws, “Who was the guy he came with?” Con leaned forward and rested his hand on Tyler’s shoulder softly but Emery answered before she could, “All he said was that he knew Dalton. He gave Tyler an envelope before they left and told us both that it had to be given to you after you completed the mating process. The whole fucking si

"Ah, you should have just come over. You know I'm never too busy for you, egghead." Hearing the affectionate nickname Ethan used for Anastasia made Damien's brows furrow. He felt a sudden pang of jealousy, thinking to himself, What about me? Are you ever too busy for me? Meanwhile, Anastasia's father, Dimitri, stood in front of Damien in absolute awe. Even though Dimitri was a respected, long-time government official, he couldn't help but feel incredibly small under Damien's powerful presence. He managed to find his voice, saying, "Mr. Blackwood, I've heard a lot about this young man, Ethan Vale. I know only someone of your stature could guide such an excellent young man."

It was her husband who dared pay Dimitry dearly to do the job. If Dimitry usually did all the work on her own accord, this time she did it because the fees offered by Hailey's husband were so tempting. Her husband gave Dimitry money that she could use to buy one of the best islands in Canada. So Dimitry accepted the offer. Heart transplant surgery is his specialty. So, why should he reject that golden opportunity?

He's around 16. Dmitri: A Russian vampire and a leader of a resistance outpost that was one of the firsts to fall to the Nero family. He has silvery, snowlike hair with ice baby blue eyes and has water powers, being able to manipulate its form (permanently or temporary) and its shape and temperature and its movements. He is mated to Jason Nero and has had a lifetime dream of having a dragon. His sister is Eva.

I extended my arm, "I'm Jade." His hands were so big, they almost wrapped around mine and I swear I felt a jolt electricity course through me the moment our palms connected. "Blake Wilson, and I've heard a lot about you." he smiled softly. We stayed like that for a while, his hands were soft and his eyes looked as blue as the ocean, I felt like I was going to drown, until my stupid brother had to interfere. "Yeah no, that," he took our hands and separated them, "this can't happen." he said then turned to Blake, "Her," he pointed at me, "no kissing, no touching, no sex, no and I repeat, NO DATING"

None of these men was worth giggling over, in fact now that they had Cassie, it was time they left. “Caleb.” A booming voice that reverberated round the house caught Kennedy’s attention and she turned to the foot of the stairs, where some blond giant of a man seemed to be giving Caleb a death glare. She knew she had been using the term ‘giant’ to describe these men, but this time, this man fit the description to the T. He beat Rinaldi’s 6ft4” height by at least three inches and was anything but lean; sturdy legs reminding her of tree trunks were encased in dark jeans, those biceps he had inconspicuously hidden in a grey cotton Henley shirt looked like they could crush steel, a wide chest th

Dimitri Dimitri bit the back of his pen. He didn’t intend on becoming that intimate with Amy when he went to look at how her training was progressing, but then he saw her in that tiny towel and he ultimately lost his senses. How did he manage to not throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out after she came from his touch alone? Normally he would not bother chasing a skirt for sex, but Amaranthe was his wife. She was different. He needed to try for her. His phone buzzed, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Yes?” he answered impatiently. His assistant answered, “Mr. Baranov, I have your father on the other line.” She says, and he grunted for her to put him through.

Davina The next few weeks pass by unbearably slow. Uncle Gabriel has been working with a guy named Dimitri on gathering everything they need for this spell to remove my seal. From what I understand, Dimitri is the leader of the witch and warlock group called a coven and he’s hundreds of years old. I continue to wait patiently and stick to my normal routine. I don’t want the girls to know yet. I finally met his mother last week and immediately we grew fond of each other. She is really nice. Derek continues to come around to hang out with me and the girls. They both really like him. He will even help them with their homework while I’m cooking dinner. He’s over again today having a iced tea par

"Your wife." And for the first time in a long time, I smiled too. Because now... Now the game was ours. And we were ready to win. "We’ll need double protection," said Dimitri, rising and heading to the bookshelf. He pulled out an old folder, embossed with a crest — the Antonov family seal. "I’ve got contacts who’ve been underground for a while, but they’ll be hungry for a new game." Matteo watched silently, eyes alert. That mind trained for war and power never rested. But I knew what he was thinking: we were exposing too much.