Vlad Book Novels & Stories

she muttered coldly. — Vladimir’s eyes lit up when he saw his room upstairs. The closet was full of clothes—far more than he ever had in the Valencia mansion, where he only owned a few sets aside from his uniform. “Those are just your home clothes,” France explained. “The outdoor clothes are in your walk-in closet. They’re organized separately.” France said he knew Vladimir’s measurements, so he made sure everything would fit perfectly. Books lined the shelves—every single one of Vladimir’s favorites. There were toys, a laptop, gadgets, and even a phone on the desk. By the desk's corner were wrapped gifts waiting to be opened.

For now, it will be better if she stayed silent. Vladimir closed his laptop once he was finished. He went towards Rose and lied down on the bed. Rose started to run her fingers through his hairs making him close his eyes in bliss. He loves it when she does it, even Zachariah loves it and Rose already knows about it. "You have magic in your fingers baby." Vladimir said making her smile. She looked at Zachariah who was still working on the laptop with his full focus on it. His fingers working on the laptop efficiently.

Madison asked. “Your eyes are black.” She responded. “This is what a Vasilia looks like in her true form.” Madison explained. Winston raised his eyebrows sardonically. It was true enough and Madison wasn’t going to nitpick through modifiers. Any Vasilia who wasn’t her had the same additional features. “Those claws are frightening.” Will observed. “Not any more so than yours.” She laughed. “Drayce. Veles would like to see you in his room.” He gasped at the name. The god of the dragons. Nothing could be better than having his mate represent the deity of his people.

He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people. That means Robert was an exclusive member and he had seen the boss. When he said he messed up with the boss, that means whoever the boss is implicated behind Robbie's disappearance. "Who's that?" I ask through gritted teeth. "Ivan Volkov, the Russian mafia king, is known as the Devil to the underworld. He's also called as 'the boss of all bosses'. Gosh, nobody dares to speak about him." The fear in Jimmy's eyes is clear like crystal as he whispers carefully.

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When he saw this token, Keres’s pupils shrank ferociously all of a sudden. “My name is Vlad.” It was such a simple introduction, but it sounded like the death sentence from Hades to Keres. “V-V-Vlad!.” Keres could hear his tone quivering when he stammered out the name. Vlad was the young master of the Balch family, one of the Nine Great Creeds of the ancient martial arts world. In the Celestial Empire, he was also the number one genius of the younger generation of the ancient martial arts world. What was even worse was that Vlad’s cultivation was said to be at the pinnacle of the Transformation Realm. In this era, when Demigods were in hiding, Vlad could be considered invincible.

Erick and Alina’s Great Escape Alina “I am so done with this!” I slammed the humongous book shut and would’ve thrown it across the room if I had the strength to lift the damn thing. Emiel pushed his spectacles down his nose to witness my tantrum before burying his nose back into another book. He didn’t really need the spectacles, vampires being unable to have any diseases unless they were magically induced, but Emiel apparently likes to look nerdy.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so as not to attract human attention.