Lord Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My mind rushed back to that time in the club where I successfully seduced Logan but failed miserably when it came to actually killing him, So actually, Alessandro should be sitting in this chair right now. He's the one who killed him. "I didn't kill Logan. That was Alessandro, you asshole!" "Ah, but you did kill Ivan Petrov, didn't you?" "He killed my fucking father what the fuck do you expect!" I yelled. "You're fucking crazy let me go; Alessandro will come for me, you sick fuck!" "You're not good enough for my son, you're a dirty gold-digging slut, I could have killed you before you two got married that would've

Leonidas gave him a smile before bowing to Charilaus, "Lord Diamandis." The stern looking man gave a stiff nod. "I have something important I would like to discuss with you, Father." Leonidas said to Dimitris. "Privately." Dimitris Aetos was already standing before the boy completed the words, "That must be serious." Then to Charilaus, "Pardon me dear friend, but this seems to be urgent. Might I be permitted for a while?" Charilaus did not seem to enjoy the humour but still played along, "Of course, my Lord."

And Viktor Dragovich, an Alpha with a history of veiled disagreements with Dmitry, looked impatient. Without wasting time, Irina was the first to speak. “The Demidov Clan is on the move.” Dmitry crossed his arms, his expression impassive. “Be more specific.” Ivan cleared his throat, pulling a tablet from his leather folder. “We’ve received reliable information that Konstantin Demidov has been making contact with figures from the vampire underworld.” The name echoed like thunder in the room. Konstantin was the direct heir of the Demidovs. Young, ambitious… and dangerous.

"There is a Volkov lineage with eyes like yours, the Stepanovs, but they are no more. I am surprised to see this. The bloodline was eradicated because the head of the family then, Adrik Stepanov, challenged Dimitri Volkov, Maurice's father, for the Lordship. I heard it was a huge thing then. Dimitri was to be inaugurated, and then his cousin, Adrik, challenged him. They said his eyes were like the moon, and they were right. I have seen his picture in history family tree books. He was also immune to silver, too and very strong. He was formidable, but Dimitri had the upper hand.