Lord Dimitrescu Novels & Stories

DIMITRI “TARONNNNNNNNNNN……” Dimitri roared as he lunged at Taron to strangle him. “My lord… listen,” Taron begged as Dimitri’s fingers encircled his throat. “Please… my lord,” Taron spoke in a throaty voice. He didn’t dare push his alpha away, even to save his own life… Taron just grabbed Dimitri’s hand lightly and requested him to show mercy. “Just listen to me once, please…”

"You would die in the worst possible way, Dimitrios...." "Oh.... that's an old curse, Dan. I thought to hear something new from your end." In the next moment, Dan was lying on the ground due to the impact of Dimitrios's one single punch. His broken nose, bloodied lips made it clear that Dimitrios had punched him hard. "Dimitrios Mikhailov." "The name is enough I believe to make you understand whom you are betraying." Dimitrios proudly flaunted his surname knowing that they came from a long line of gangsters' clans.

“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.

I said softly to him. Lucian and Dora exchanged looks and looked at me as if I was a lamppost. "The king's life is at stake. Everyone he knows is against him because he has lost the Staff of Authority. Dracula, a powerful king, has lots of influence, and is backing Dimitri."

Valor POV “Viktor, this is tricky enough. Enough pranks. And I won't watch you continue to lie to me. Because I don't even have time for this. Because I caught you in your stupid trick of using Emily to make Dimitri depressed, to bring him down, and to push him backwards in everything. Now you're telling me he was the one. We had always been trying to figure out his identity. He is the lord of the underground mafia world. It is not possible. It's enough with your rubbish lies.”

The ride was smooth and nice,Liam filled me on things about where we were heading too and I took note, grateful for the informations I got. We finally got to the place, it wasn't bad, nice environment. Coming down and heading inside, the guards there showed us the way to the room for the meeting. Liam by my side with some of our guards, while some waited by the car. "Oh welcome, it's good to have you here. Please take your seats", the person who I assumed was the leader of the Vampire clan urged. "I'm Lord Dimitri", the man, introduced himself, taking his sit also. I introduced myself also and sat back, waiting for him to say what he had to say.

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You really have the nerve to show up and stand in front of me” “And why wouldn’t she be able to stand in front of the great Luca Rossi?” Dimitri finally spoke “The De Rossi name isn’t as feared as it used to be, it isn’t what it used to be.” Luca pulled out his gun and sent a bullet into the skull of the man standing at Dimitri’s right hand. He fully recognized that it was his cousin. Blood splattered all over Dimitri’s white tailored suit. “maybe it should be” Luca said while tucking his gun back into where he had pulled it out from.

When Dmitri called, you jumped. And when he had asked Worthington to step in and find out more about Delano, Worthington had leapt at the chance to oblige. No one ever said ‘No’ to Dmitri Rudenko. He was a sick bugger all right. His vats of acid where it was rumoured he dunked his rivals and opponents, leaving them to die a painful death, were whispered about fearfully.

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.