Dimitri X Byleth Novels & Stories

Why is he trying to behave like a damn villain? *** Please vote and comment :)

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.

"I prefer 'exclusive companion.' Think about it, Aria. Your father's life for your... cooperation." "You're sick." "I'm practical. You have three days to decide." He stood, then paused. "Oh, and that mysterious friend of yours? I'd stay away from him if I were you. You have no idea who Dimitri Volkov really is." After he left, I sat there shaking. Volkov. Why did that name sound familiar? I pulled out my phone and searched. The results made my blood freeze. Dimitri Volkov: Son of Viktor Volkov, the most powerful Lycan Alpha in Europe. Known for being ruthless in business and politics. Net worth in the billions. And most shocking - Celeste Blackthorne's former fiancé who broke their engagemen

“Dimitri, my father, Boyd Castelli, leader of the Castelli Pack and CEO of Castelli Industries. My mother, Whitney Castelli.” “Pleased to meet you,” Dimitri murmured, shaking first my father’s hand and then, after her palpable hesitation, my mother’s. And then he nearly gave me a heart attack. “We were about to have dinner. Want to stay? There’s more than enough. I made blinchiki, you know, Russian crepes.” “You cooked,” my father said disbelievingly, with a curl of his lip. Right. Because real alphas didn’t know how to use a stove.

Her look turned dreamy, "Well, not personally, but that can be rectified, she sighed. "Dimitri is the youngest vor v zakone there has ever been and the most dangerous too. He took power from his uncle when he was just twenty years old, and he is feared by everyone in Russia." Bree continued as we all made our way to the living room. "I have only seen him in pictures; he is the most handsome man ever," she shot Aaron a look. No offense to you, Aaron, but we are talking about Dimitri here." Aaron just looked bored.

Dimitri smiled, "I need to speak with my partner for a moment." I searched for Tanya but was unable to locate her. When I turned back, I saw Dimitri had disappeared. He needed me to keep Zeus busy throughout this entire party. It could be worse. He was incredibly handsome today. His black wavy hair fell loosely around his face, accentuating the white contrast of his eyes. His black deep-v long-sleeve shirt was tucked into his black loose-fitting trousers. I liked what I was seeing. His rock-hard abs were on display, along with his cocky grin.

It was his cloak. “Alpha Dalton?” One of the warriors standing behind him called out. The handsome man turned his head towards the man who had spoken. A gasp left my mouth before I could stop it as I stepped back in fear. This was the Alpha Dalton. He was known for being reckless, intimidating and merciless. He normally wouldn’t think twice before killing someone who dared defy him. With a cold voice, Alpha Dalton asked “What the fuck is going on?” Sensing the coldness radiating from his voice, I flinched.

Alex was naturally overjoyed after hearing that. However, he suddenly remembered something. “Dimitri, can I ask you who Blaine Rockefeller is?” Dimitri said, “That’s my father.” Alex smiled awkwardly. “So, are we considered relatives?” “Do you wish to call me Dad?” Dimitri suddenly asked.

— Brother? — I repeated incredulously. He came over and sat down on the floor beside the bathtub. His blue eyes stared at me looking amused, as if they had made quite a discovery. As I watched Dimitri, I couldn't help but look for some similarities between the two men. Dimitri was tall, but not as tall as the commander, his hair was an almost white blond, his skin was pale, his eyes were very blue, and his eyelashes were very light. He almost looked like an albino and in no way resembled John, I noticed.

she said, too fast. He looked up slowly. “School thing,” she added. “Finger paint and gluten-free cupcakes. Possibly ukuleles.” Dimitri set the papers down. Then, with absolute certainty: “Of course.” She blinked. “Just like that?” He stood. “She’s mine too.” The words weren’t a claim. They were a vow. Dimitri arrived in a dark navy blazer and polished shoes. Which, by playground standards, made him look like a visiting diplomat.