Vlad Book Novels & Stories

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

"You called for me, Mr. Knightly." Vlad came into the private library of Mr. Knightly at four a.m. He just came from traveling and went directly to meet the man who asked for him. "You came in two days. What a record." William smiled. He poured some tea for Vlad and asked him to take a sit, facing Mr. Knightly. Vlad was not fond of English tea made in an Italian household. And he would never drink something he doesn't like, not even out of courtesy. Mr. Knightly put his cup down and asked:

He put his arm around her shoulders pulling her close as he stared indignantly at Mikhail. “Where I go she goes.” Ruben stated in a voice not to be contested. Vladimir had been standing by the great bookcase that lined one entire wall, flicking through a book as Ruben had entered. He closed the book with a snap and put it back, causing just enough of a distraction between Mikhail and Ruben to break the tension. He seated himself in the other chair that angled across from Mikhail’s and faced the sofa. “You know you’re late…in your own house.” Vlad’s eyes sparkled as he smiled, his eyes sliding from Ruben to Kat. “How could you possibly be late?”

I soon became conscious of my blunder when I realized that this Earl, Edgar von Vilavelt was another type of monster. "I have confidence in Your Highness that you shall definitely be able to finish the history of the war of Glavider within a day." The beautiful smiling face of Earl Edgar looked rather haunting to me if you are curious about my opinion. I remember gaping speechlessly at my smiling handsome instructor for the nth time that week and then looked down at the historical book that described the Glaviderial war of crisis, the book was a simple earthy hued cover, warming to the eyes, comforting even, but the thickness of it was not comforting to my state of mind at all.

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

Vladimir didn't like the distraction. “Can you please shut the fuck up?” Vladimir yelled and threw a paper weight at Gabriel. The piece of marble hit him on his knee and he was left groaning even louder. Vladimir hadn't thought it through. He waited for him to calm down. “You know what? I should be thanking you. And whoever the fuck invented the facelock systems. I was so worried about how I’d get that password out of your mouth but hey! Gotta love technology, right?” Vladimir added and leaned back on his chair.