Resident Evil Village Dimitrescu Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“As you all are aware, I wasn’t at the den to witness its tragic demise and was therefore spared. I wasn’t there because I was here, doing Wadim’s bidding by arranging for the setup of this new location and a few others. It was Master Wadim’s greatest wish to have his empire expanded. So, my people, it’s my greatest wish to carry on with the great Master Wadim’s plan. “This woman beside me is one many of you are familiar with. To the rest of you, she’s a stranger, but to the ways of the vampire she’s well accustomed. She’s familiar because she lived amongst us for the majority of her life after arriving at the den when still a tender child. Even then, her beauty was beyond compare. Wad

I am on my second cup when Dimitri walks in. “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone else was up.” “Please, don’t leave. I made coffee if you’d like some?” Dimitri sits on a bar stool while I pour myself another cup and one for him. We sit in awkward silence. “I’m so sorry Dimitri.” He raises a hand to stop me form continuing. “It is not your fault Davina. I know you feel guilty but please don’t. My daughter’s death was at the hands of Alastor. Just because you are the intended target and related does not make that your fault as well.”

Claire family, had not worked; the woman had been shot and killed before she could do any damage. His gaze skidded across the small room to the boy sitting in the corner. He was perched on a bed. Dmitri swore as the child looked up and met his eyes, eyes that were similar to his. His sister’s son. His nephew and the only remaining person in his bloodline. Dusek Varova. Dusek, he called softly. Duska.

The Widow was once married to a Bianchi. I stared at the screen, the pieces clicking into place with terror as my heart raced faster. Dimitri’s quiet knowledge of the Valero routes, his chilling composure during the confrontation, his file marked "Erased by Widow." I felt faint, the ground shaking beneath my feet. “Wait. Dimitri’s father… his mother was a Bianchi. The Widow… she’s his mother.”

What the fuck was so special about this one small girl that would make a man like Viktor beg like a dog? The girl met his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Dimitri smiled. It was a dangerous smile, the smile of a man who had just found something he didn't know he was looking for. He raised the gun and pointed it directly at Viktor's face. "Go fuck yourself in hell," Dimitri said. He pulled the trigger. Viktor's body dropped to the floor, dead before his knees even hit the concrete. Another piece of garbage removed from the earth.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

--- Two Weeks Earlier – Dimitri The scene cut to a dimly lit room, somewhere in Prague. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, a glass of vodka in hand, his face half-hidden in shadows. The scar across his jaw caught the light as he smiled — a cold, lethal smile. “They think they buried me,” he murmured, swirling the glass lazily. “But the dead don’t stay dead.” On the table lay photographs — Alexander, Isabella, and… a baby. Dimitri’s fingers traced the image, his smile widening.

“Patrick says that there is a hint of another scent, it seems to be a female vampire as well, no one we know, though Ethan says he has had a small whiff of it here and there around the castle over the course of the Blood Moon event. This female might be from another clan.” “Can either of them track that scent? Even with the source being in a car?” “We tracked you here, didn’t we?” “I thought Dom...” Sera is shaking her head at me... She is one hell of a Werewolf and Queen. “I’m sorry again My Queen, I should have known better than to think you would rely on others”

Simply looking at these flowers will uplift your spirits and send you good energy from another plane of existence. Which I believed is partly true. But who is she? "His daughter." I jumped back and abruptly turned around to face him, Cleo. His right hand is occupied with a pink hyacinth bouquet. "It's her favorite." he suddenly muttered. "A pink hyacinth." So, Celine is Dimitri's daughter. My eyes lifted at the tombstone. Dimitri seems lost from the past he had been holding up for years. Is that why he buried her a few meters away from the mansion?

It was an odd smell, the sweet milky scent of fresh coconuts combined with the musky smell of a nine-day-old carcass. "Excuse me?" He growled protectively, his own problem temporarily forgotten. "You're excused," the boy replied not taking his eyes off the girl who was more than shocked. "Atticus, who is this?" Caius' sister asked from behind him and it aggravated her brother more that Caia even cared enough to wanna know who it was. The eighteen-year-old vampire cleared his throat before he spoke. "Good evening auntie, cousins. This is Dasilva Dorin of the Dorin isles from the Vampire kingship lineage, heir to the throne."