Twilight Demetri Novels & Stories

Demetri said. Even while speaking, he kept his eye on someone down on the dance floor. His enjoyment usually involved a night with one of Kadia’s patrons. Sometimes my brother found the girls for Demetri as a homecoming gift but tonight he was on the hunt himself. I didn’t worry about him choosing Rainey. She was gorgeous but not his type. Demetri preferred tall women with darker skin who were close to his own six-three height. Rainey wouldn’t even register with him and I smiled inwardly at the fact.

She responded, looking up at him, "Impatience persistent in the thought produces sadness to the spirit. You are aware that you are living in America in the twenty-first century, correct? As she stood, Zachary mocked her. Zachary was tall, powerful, and guarding. His name, in Nate's opinion, was a good fit for him, as were his face's nearly flawless facial angles and the halo-like appearance of his blonde hair. It was actually his personality, though, that made her think of an angel. Zachary loved people with a deep passion. He served as a mentor, a watchdog, and a leader. He enjoyed teaching younger generations the most. After the Battle of Brier Creek, Nate discovered him. A new vampire who

"I uh- I think Julian should take this one." Julian lifted his head in surprise, but made no comment on her efforts. He nodded in her direction, as if to thank her, and then he cleared his throat to speak. "Right, well… As I stated, I've been around the coven and I can confirm that Demitri has become a day walker since- oh, you know." "Yeah, I second this. It wasn't just the edge of the night when he threatened me earlier, this was broad daylight." Harley agreed.

Hadrian clarified taking another bold step. “Stay away from my family!” Demetrius taunted. “I'm afraid that's not possible...until I get what I need.” Seizing his arms, he muttered a spell and had flashes of a different town, and his gaze caught a signboard with a bold print of ‘CRESCENT FALLS’ on it. Smirking, he saw a duplex and a young man who would probably be in his early thirties and he let him go as he waddled backward.

“We’re with you.” Demetri exhaled shakily. “I’m coming too.” “You’re bleeding.” “I don’t care.” “You can barely stand.” “I don’t care.” I looked at him — really looked at him — and something in his eyes shifted. Not fear. Not anger. Not jealousy. Something else. Something I didn’t have time to name. I nodded once. “Then let’s go.” Demetri straightened, pain etched into every line of his body. Torres chambered a round.

Elijah supplied, not offering any more details. Before I could question him further, the door to the room opened, and Demetrius stormed in, also in all white. He took one look at me, saw that I was awake, and was beside me in a flash. Elijah bowed and left us alone, closing the door behind him. "Layla," Demetrius called as he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. I groaned in pain, and he released me but didn’t let go of my shoulders. "You scared the living daylights out of me, Layla," he said.

“What the fuck did they mean by domestic abuse and cheating? Did you do this, Mel?” I roll my eyes “Of course not. I know better, right?” “Are you fucking serious,Mel?” He grits his teeth. “If I find out that you or that pretty boy had anything to do with this… it's going to be ugly.” “I don't have anything…” “Mr. Falcon!” I freeze mid sentence. Dimitrio? Dimitrio is here? I tilt my head in the direction of the limo, that’s when I see him. Dimitrio Falcon, clad in a midnight black bespoke suit. His hair falls forward, his presence exuding dominance as always.

She was the insufferable daughter of Twilight Pack’s Beta. “Who the fuck are you?” I growled, pretending to not know her. She liked to be the centre of attention, so let’s take her down a notch. She blinked and gaped for a moment before quickly collecting herself. Throwing her long black hair behind her shoulder, she said, “It’s me, Demi. I’m the daughter of the Twilight Beta.” “I don’t care who you are,” I told her. “Nobody is allowed to talk badly about my date. Apologise right now.”

I dodged all her questions with one-word answers and attempted to change the subject back to our true enemies, the Astors. “Who is this, Mr. Demetri?” Derrick asked. Shoot! Mia’s pushiness had struck the curiosity of my brainiac brother as well. “No one.” I brushed it off with a hand gesture. “A formal acquaintance and a demonologist.” “Yes. Mr. Demetri is an expert in the paranormal. He has helped us in so many ways. That man literally saved our lives,” Mia spoke. Dammit Mia! It was unnecessary to say good words about Desmond. That man had played with my heart and soul in exchange for something he could do easily.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”