Lord Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

With Marcus's suspicions temporarily quelled, he had bought himself a valuable respite, a breathing space to further solidify his influence. As the night deepened, Dimitri knew that he had much work ahead of him. The wounds of the past were healing, but scars ran deep, and he was keenly aware of the volatile nature of the world he navigated. With the resolve of a strategist and the heart of a conqueror, he would tread the path he had set, ensuring that his every move was a step closer to achieving the power and control he craved.

Now, he was just the help, a living trophy of their new King’s conquest. "Watch it, servant," a voice hissed. Nikos looked up to see Dimitri Kalos leaning back in his chair, a glass of dark red wine held loosely in his hand. Dimitri was the son of one of the families that had defected to Andreas’s side early. He was leaning into the 'new money' aesthetic, draped in heavy furs and gold, looking every bit the smug victor. "My bad, Lord Kalos," Nikos muttered, his voice flat. He stepped forward to refill Dimitri’s glass, but the man caught the rim of the decanter with his thumb, stopping the pour.

I tried to keep my voice down to avoid attracting the attention of her co-workers. She shrugged. “I told you. He's just a friend. Stop being so dramatic” Dramatic? I let out a dry, angry chuckle and turned on my heels without looking back. I stormed into Alex's office, chest heaving. “Cedric? Is everything okay?” “Does the name ‘Leo’ sound familiar to you?” “Why do you ask?” “Just answer the question,” I snapped. Alex leaned back in his desk, thoughtfully. “Wasn't he one of the assassins under Antonio?”

This time, he ended up a ways away from the castle. A few of the elves didn’t know who he was and started to attack him. When he held up the decree, they stopped. One stepped forward to talk to him. “Vampire, who are you to enter our realm?” Telraamon demanded a sword at the ready. “My name is Dimitri, I am here on the High King's errand,” Dimitri told him as he glared at the man. “Lindaat knows who I am and that I come here to pick up the prisoner.”

"I tried. But I am one voice among many, and there are forces on the Council who want your children for reasons that have nothing to do with their wellbeing." "What forces? Who's behind the custody petition?" Konstantin hesitated. "What I'm about to tell you will put you in grave danger. Are you certain you want this knowledge?" "My children are already in danger. Tell me." "Very well." Konstantin pulled out a folder. "Do you know the name Lucian Drăculești?" Ivy's blood turned to ice. Every Alpha knew that name. Lucian Drăculești was a legend, the oldest living Alpha, a vampire-wolf hybrid who'd supposedly ruled most of Europe five centuries ago before mysteriously disappearing.

He cried out and rolled away from her, curling into a miserable ball. "Get up." Charlotte grasped his arm and jerked him to his feet. Gone was the self-assured and cherubic man I'd met, the confident and angelic leader of the misguided Chosen of the Light. Instead he trembled in fear, hunched forward, clutching the ribs Charlotte damaged. "Tell them." The weregirl grasped him by the chin, her wolf eyes locked on his face. His voice wavered as he spoke, but he was clearly understandable. "I am Demitrius Strong, and Batsheva Moromond is my mistress."

I take a quick glance at Yeri but her face is still the same. The door to the Dowager's court opened with a flourish, and the herald's voice rings out, announcing the arrival of King Ozar. The room falls silent and my eyes turns towards the entrance. King Dimitrio walks in. Today, he is wearing a dark, well-worn tunic that hugs his broad shoulders and muscular chest. The fabric, though practical and unadorned, they enhance his handsomeness. His pants are equally simple, made of ravishing material suited for someone who values function over formality.

"Both of you are family, and you have each other as the only ones left. If you kill each other, what happens next?" My eyes lowered to the ground as I thought of Lucy's words. Eric made to speak but suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a growl escaped his lips. It wasn't directed at me or Lucy. It was directed at the owner of the growing, sickening scent that approached me. I spun around and saw the vampire from earlier. The vampire looked like royalty. He stopped before us and smiled politely, unperturbed by the glare we gave him. "Good evening." He bowed. His accent sounded ancient. Romanian or Bulgarian. "I am King Dimitri."

Folks like us don't walk the same paths, lest we die together… His striking appearance caught me off guard. His eyes were gems and it called me. His smile was heavenly and my heart raced. My butt trembled and I squeezed Lucian's hand more. “Dimitri,” Lucian greeted and he winked at him. The plan was in motion. For the records, Dimitri was also a surviving heir of a fallen Russian empire so yeah, he had to be here, but his job was simple too. Be an observer, take notes of every movement, every word, every whispers, every fucking action that goes down here.

Luna heard a male voice say as another voice spoke up next. "You know, the person in charge of the Noble clique is the eldest son of Duke Pavlovich of Rigel. A powerful man whose influence has seeped into various realms. I heard the Duke of Rigel has two sons, and that it was under the older brother's authority that his younger brother was able to join their inner circle." Upon hearing the girl mention the Duke of Rigel, Luna knew she was talking about Dimitri, who, now that she looked back at him and the Noble clique's main leader, the two indeed shared similar features.