House Dimitrescu Crest Novels & Stories

detested crying and displaying my weakness; it was never a flattering appearance for me. I’ve always learnt to use my suffering as a source of strength. However, I found it difficult to maintain a harsh exterior at the moment. Dimitri let out a low growl that I heard. When I looked up at him, he was quivering with utter anger. It was Dimitri who said,“Bloody imbecile! If that bastard wasn’t dead I would kill him myself.” He took it quite seriously. “I wasn’t even sad when he was killed to be honest. A monster found me, the red dragon, he killed the bastard first before burning the entire house to the ground. That was when I fled town.” I remarked as I looked back at the residence. Let’s sim

he blew on his sharp nails as he spoke. "Well, sir, this is my house and you're trespassing." Hazel folded her arms across her chest. "And why do you talk like a Shakespearean character?" Dimitri chuckled and followed Hazel around to the front of the house. "You're a very distinctive girl, love. But this is just how I talk, it's my nature," he said. Hazel didn't like the way he was looking at her so she hurriedly opened the door and stepped inside the house. Dimitri cocked an eyebrow at her, "Very peculiar indeed." He stepped into the house and walked past Hazel.

A rich red carpet with gold edges led the way from the doors to the very front on the hall where Dimitri was seated on for lack of a better word a throne. On the stone walls were various paintings portraying historical moments of importance to the Vampires. Between the paintings hung large deep red velvet curtains. The rows of blood red chairs all faced the stage. As soon I stepped inside my breath caught in my throat there he was, Dimitri. Dimitri was a tall man, his muscles were all defined but not too much there was still a softness about him, his skin was a warm pale not quite tan, but close, his facial features strong and beautiful. He was the perfect mix of pretty boy and rugged man al

"Dad... you mean the Fire Crest of the five crests of the Reby family in the preface of our family's genealogy?" The moment Damien had stated it, Dillon too began to remember. "The Reby Family Crest?" 'It can't be right? That thing actually exist in this world?' 'And Nicole got her hands on it?'

The group descended the narrow, stone-carved steps with extreme caution, their tactical lights illuminating the damp walls as the air grew progressively colder, freezing their breath into white plumes. The staircase eventually gave way to a massive, reinforced underground concrete vault bunker. Placed directly in the center of the subterranean chamber were dozens of heavy wooden shipping crates, each one meticulously branded with the original, double-headed wolf of the Dimitri family crest. Matteo quickly drew his combat knife, leveraging the blade to pry the rusted iron nails from the nearest crate. The lid popped off with a sharp crack, but his confident smile vanished the moment he looked

“You would be surprised what exists beyond your realms of reality.” I spun toward the voice as Dumitru’s tall, well-built figure stepped out from the depths of the shadows. The favorite son of Wadim and his first wife -an Italian Countess who Wadim captured and turned vampire centuries ago- there was no guessing at his ancestry. His sharp, vampire features were accentuated by rich, thick, glistening black hair that was tied snuggly at the base of his neck. Taught muscles bulged beneath the flowing material of his linen shirt. The ruffles at the neck and cuffs seemed out of place on his lean, muscular body.

But knowing that the call had come from Dimitrios's house or rather the Bratva's house he was left with no other option than go. Nobody wants to die early and Dr. Grint wasn't also. Grabbing the necessary stuff he ran out of his to reach the mansion. Dimitrios entered the room and switched on a single night lamp to have better visibility of Iris. She was burning like lava when Dimitrios placed his hand on her cheeks and forehead.

"There's something else." "What is it?" "I saw something here from my nightmare." "What?" She gasps and then her mouth drops open. "What did you see?" "The crest." She's as well-versed in my nightmare as I am, so she knows what I mean. "It was engraved on the side of the cliff." "Are you sure it's the same thing from your dreams?" I nod. "I am extremely sure. The only difference was the location. The crest I saw was a lot smaller, but the very same design. Ehlga explained that the previous owners of this house were the Butyrskayas and the crest is one of theirs."

Nonetheless, he followed Dimitri to one of the seats in the back balcony in the VIP section. A knot of trepidation curled up his stomach and took a seat right across from him when Dimitri gestured to it. Dimitri looked merely like Orion and Persephone's brother, having been given the dark gift when he was in his early 30s. He then as a rite of passage to his heirs offered it when they came of age and decided to be turned. Their signature good looks came from this fairly recluse vampire that only came about if necessary after passing the reins to Orion, which meant he was only truly spotted during The Annual Summit. Orion had become the political mouthpiece of the High House of Cristros in va

“I’m not Victor. I’ve never tried to control you. I’ve only ever…..” “Loved me?” she interrupted, coldly. “That’s the problem, Damien. Love makes you stupid.” She walked past me like I was invisible. And maybe I was. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that night, I found myself back in Richard Crest’s old estate. Half-burned. Stripped down to its bones. But the cellar was untouched. It took three hours of searching, but I finally found the vault – hidden behind a false wine wall, accessible by the old Montrose family crest. I entered the code Richard had once used for all “Crown Only” projects: 0527 - Elena’s