House Dimitrescu Crest Novels & Stories

As he and Rayne threaded their way passed thick foliage into the clearing that had once been the Palace's great courtyard, he slipped back in time to see the breath-taking vision it had once been. They halted by a crumbling wall that was now at mere ankle height, however his mind's eye saw the gracefully curving crescent moon construction that had been three feet high and made of the palest limestone. In a hushed voice he spoke, bringing to life an era long passed to his silent mate. "The crescent moon was our family's crest. All who saw it knew it signified the Royal House of Ardweni, our great grandmother, and the first of the Vampire Queens. It was the symbol of all that was right in our

he stated, cradling me softly. "Yes, Dimitri. It's all real. It is our wedding day," I assured him. The contented smile that took over his face in the next moment was everything I ever wished for. His immense happiness, and it fluttered my heart in the warmest way. "Now where were we?" He smirked, a desire-filled look taking over his features as he approached my lips. "Hazel!" A feminine voice echoed through the walls of the mansion as I jumped out of Dimitri's arms.

It didn't take long for a season to pass as the day for the succession ceremony had arrived for Demetrius to become the official head of the House of Leveaux and Alpha of the Nocturnal Crest pack. As the Crown Princess candidate, I had to stay beside Henry. I received some glares from the high aristocrats since they couldn't believe that a lady from a neutral noble house could engage with them. "Today, we are witnessing Demetrius Leveaux officially announce that he is now the patriarch of the House of Leveaux and the Alpha of the Nocturnal Crest pack," Cameron, His Majesty's assistant, announced while he was reading the royal decree that was signed by Henry, not his father. "And for Niccolo

I looked at the golden crest once again and thought back to the events that unfolded around it. I remembered the first time I saw the crest. Dimitri had been overly excited, so much so that he couldn't contain himself. He presented the item to me with pride and joy like it was an heirloom of sorts. From the way he spoke about it and held it, I could tell he held the crest very close to his heart, it meant a lot to him. "Passed down to the first child," He explained, excitement lacing his voice. He retold the tales his mother had told him regarding the crest. When he opened his hand, my eyes widened as did my smile. It looked truly worth the excitement.

When she did, Natale gave me a small hug to welcome me back and gave Dimitri a quick, shy curtsy, avoiding any of her typical flirtatious remarks after sensing the seriousness in the room. I took a few glances around the room to make sure none of the servants were present before I turned my attention back to the anxious group. I slipped my hand inside my pocket and when I produced the torn fabric, gasps filled the air. "The íonachta," Lissa shakily breathed out, immediately recognizing the blue triskele they used as their unofficial insignia. "Where did you find this," Victor demanded. "It was in the woods, not far from the point of attack with the Strigoi." I glanced at Dimitri out of the c

Somehow, I got out of my car and managed to reach the front door to knock on it. It was six past fourteen minutes in the evening when I reached Mr. Dimitri's home. It was a vintage yet modern house with slanted roofs and snowy glass doors and windows. Large trees with their scary long branches loomed along the driveway and the soggy iced soil was covering the graveled path towards the house. I tried to shake off some of the snow, but they were too stubborn to leave me alone. The door opened instantly, but as soon as I stepped my foot inside, I slipped and fell...

Not for long. The iron gates creaked open as the convoy approached the old Drăghici estate, which was more a fortress than a home, clawed into the side of a Carpathian hill. Winter clung to the stones like a second skin, the grounds rimmed with frost-tipped hedges and statues of wolves snarling in mid-hunt. It looked dead, but it wasn't. Inside, life moved like a hidden artery. The front doors opened before Damian could knock. A butler stood in the entryway, silver hair parted with precision, his spine straight as a blade. “Welcome home, Domnule Drăghici.”

“Much like you.” Celine felt a blush creep up her neck but quickly masked it with a sip of water. “Flattery, Dimitri? How predictable.” “Not flattery,” he countered, his tone serious now. “Just honesty.” Their conversation flowed easily after that, touching on everything from politics to art. Dimitri’s stories about his upbringing—traveling between estates, learning the intricacies of his family’s business—were told with a mix of humor and humility that made him all the more intriguing. He also tells her that he is a cousin of Caleb and that’s why he is staying at the Alcantara estate. This is his first time in the city, because his father usually comes.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. “A few.” He nodded. “My experience has allowed me to learn them and master them quickly. Don't think less of Hectyr because of it.” Was I wrong or was he honestly defending his brother now? “This village is the last stop before the beach house. You would continue straight north for less than an hour. It's a large estate.” Dimitris explained, “you really cannot miss it. If you've hit the ocean you've gone too far.” I nodded and sensed a slight flux in nervousness, “why are you telling me this?”

He got a frown from Dorin. “Anyway,” Dorin sighed, “I did hear my mom mention the name Yyldirim before, and she once gave me an old pocket watch with a crest on it...” “What was on the crest?” Seb asked. “It showed two intersecting swords with a rose in the middle.” Dorin said excitedly, “I have always imagined it belonged to my father,” he added, “Do you think that’s the Heilig crest?”