Vlad Book Novels & Stories

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

"Romance can in many cases be so overbearing, boring and predictable, you pick up a book and read, the novel said its focused on love..." Vlad said as they walked into the isles of the castle. Annette patiently followed him. "Rachel was a stubborn woman, a human just like you were, and for some reason she had this hold on me, asif she had cursed me, she controlled me" Vlad said looking at her "I was a conqueror, I seeked only blood, I snuffed life out like a hound, death was my constant companion and death followed me where ever I went, yet, death never came for me, never chose me, laughed at my begs for the next life"

“She’s a Voodoo high priestess who lives on Coronado Island. She helped us find Bruce when he was wandering in the White Tank Mountains. That’s where he met Tatyana. She was running from a pure vampire named Nambru...” “Pure vampire?” chimed Magdalena and Garth together. “That’s what they call themselves,” I explained. “Wadim’s breed are cannibals. They eat flesh as well as drink blood and Dracula vampires only drink blood and consider themselves pure because of it.” “They would,” Magdalena said flatly. “I don’t understand,” I replied quizzically. “I never finished telling you about me, I,” Magdalena offered as she looked at Garth.

He saw the faint, desperate print of her small shoe where she had stood her ground. He walked over to the open door of the master bathroom, his footsteps heavy and uneven, and found the evidence that confirmed his terror: the forgotten, small tin of prenatal vitamins on the counter. Vladimir Volkov, the Don of the Russian Mafia, the man who had faced down armies and engineered global conflicts, stood alone in the empty, bloodied heart of his fortress. He was surrounded by the bodies of the men his wife had fought, but the two precious lives he lived for, Isabella and their twins, were gone.

Before I can move he is then crawling on the bed and up my body, claiming my lips as he slides his cock back inside me. When we are both exhausted I lie in his arms and muse over his new willingness to try and negotiate with my brother instead of attacking him, wasting countless lives in a war that my brother would undoubtedly win. -------- > MESSAGE TO THE KING After Gabriela had finally fallen into a deep sleep, Vlad had gotten back up, dressed and headed back into his office. Vlad, Vincent and Eldridge walked out onto his office balcony and looked out over the forest of the Forbidden Mountains before dropping his gaze to the warriors training in the castle training yard.

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.

“Because….I want him.” Hello, my lovely readers. First of all THANK YOU so much for your love and support to VLADIMIR. It really means a lot to me. I know it took me a long time to finish this book but trust me, I was more in a hurry than you all to complete it but circumstances didn’t let me. Life has been very difficult recently with my health issues, but still I managed to write, even if it’s 3 in the night. But again they say hard work always pays off. ‘Vladimir’ has won second place in a Mafia contest and it’s all because of you all. THANK YOU!

GRAND LORD VLADYA Since Grand Lord Vladya had promised Daemonikai he would fight his madness, he had taken up running to release pent-up energy, to find some semblance of relaxation. The voices in his head were quieter, as they had been for the past few days. Less distracting, his thoughts remained clearer. The librarian had even brought every book, every record on feral conditions into his chambers, and Vladya had poured over them, garnering knowledge he might not already possess.

The warning was clear, vibrating the floorboards. Nikolai held up his hands, palms open. "I am not here to fight you, brother. Not today. Viktor has taken the docks. He has taken the warehouses in the north. He is telling the council you are dead, and he is already wearing your ring." Ivan’s jaw tightened. "And you? Whose side are you on this week?" Nikolai laughed, a jagged sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “My side, Ivan, always my side. But Viktor is a peasant and he wants to turn the Volkov name into a footnote, I cannot have that.”

Ayala sat curled on the corner of the leather chaise, her legs tucked beneath her, barefoot, wearing one of his oversized shirts that swallowed her frame in the best way. Vladimir had watched her for over five minutes without saying a word. He didn’t know why this particular night felt heavier — maybe because the world outside had paused, and for once, so had they. No meetings. No rivals. No Irina. No Alexei. Just her. Her and that damn book she barely seemed to read because her mind kept wandering. “Are you bored?” he asked finally, his voice low. She didn’t look up. “No.” “You’ve been on the same page for ten minutes.”