Vlad Book Novels & Stories

“You admit that there’s at least a slim possibility?” “Yes,” he answered. “Certainly, there are some rituals and formulas in that book which scholars have been unable to discount, despite centuries of trying. So, yes. While remote, there is hope. “But you still have the second issue, which is finding the other edition. You are overlooking one very important fact, of course: what most people don’t realize is that Vairo’s work was, in fact, published in two editions. I assume your edition is Venice, 1589?”

But he wasn’t. After moments of thick silence, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know. “Is it real?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. After a long silence, Aiden finally turned. And slowly, he nodded. Caitlin couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He was confirming her reality. This book. It was real. Everything was real. “But how is that possible?” Caitlin asked, her voice rising. “It talks about the most fantastical things. Vampires. Mythical swords. Shields. Antidotes. It’s thousands of years old—and it’s all in my handwriting. None of it makes any sense.”

Xavier grinds his teeth at Andrew , while making small movement to his sword belt that held our only way of defence. “I must of fallen asleep…” Andrew mumbles softly , as he tries not to draw the wolf’s attention to him. I felt like the wolf and I kept on locking eyes , as if he was sent her to retrieve me – my mind races , assuming that King Alexander had sent him to get me ; it could be that he belongs to the king.

"At this point, I have nothing else to go on. Whatever information you have, though, if you add my riddle to it, perhaps you can find it and then we'll both win." She studies me. Considers it. "Where did you get the riddle?" "Is that important?" "It is if you're making all this up." She cocks her head. I sneer. "From that old scholar Igor Rhodes in Dyad Marketplace. I ... persuaded him to tell me everything he knows." "Igor Rhodes?" She frowns. "I just paid him a second visit." I take a step closer to her desk. "I assure you; he told me everything he knows."

That was the reality of life. “What dispute does Adonis Vitale have with Elias Morello?” I asked with an arched brow. “I saw in a few articles that people from the Cosa Nostra trashed many of Elias’s workplaces. Can it be business rivalry?” “I doubt that,” Cole said, shaking his head. “Vitale is a brand. A teeny-tiny businessman like Morello can’t hold a candle against a man like Adonis. Personal rivalry, perhaps?” It could’ve been. Adonis and the people that surrounded him were shady as fuck, starting from his uncle to his consigliere.

She laughed and waved me goodbye. The drive was long but quiet. Uno slept most of the way, the nanny keeping him settled in the back. I drove steadily, letting the road stretch out ahead of me. By the time the estate came into view, I felt prepared. It was huge. I knew Vlad was one of the top Alphas in the East but his territory was five times more than Pierre’s pack. Knowing what business he was handling, that explained well. Two warriors opened up the gate and I saw Vlad was already there, probably waiting for us. Then I noticed that he looked tense.

“But… thanks, Leila. Really.” Leila’s expression eased, though she tried to hide it with a scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” She slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’ve got somewhere to be. You can head out whenever.” “Got it. Take care.” The door clicked shut behind Leila, and for a moment, Vlada just stood there, staring at the empty room. With nothing better to do, she drifted toward the shelf and began pulling out books, lining them up by color—reds with reds, blues with blues. It didn’t need organizing, but at least it gave her hands something to do.

“It can wait until morning.” He nudges me inside. The room is small and filled with books. There are piles of them on a writing desk and they fill the rickety shelf beside it. There are even some stacked on the floorboards in one corner. Against the wall, there’s a single bed. There’s a scent in the air that seems familiar, but I can’t place it. “Can Blake truly deal with Vladimir?” I ask. My insides twist with hate when I think of the wolf who burst into my bedchambers back in the Borderlands. He threatened me. Twice.

Vladimir An eye for an eye . A sibbling for a sibbling ********** Hello guys.. if you like the beginning chapters do comments and shower gems . Thank you !

“And how, exactly, do you know these specialized methods of dream infiltration, Elf?” Xander shrugs carelessly, flashing that lazy, confident grin of his. “I’m incredibly well-read, Wolf. I spent a few decades loitering around the Citadel library in the elven kingdom. You’d be genuinely surprised what forgotten texts and specialized grimoires people leave lying around in libraries of infinite wisdom.” I roll my eyes at his display of arrogance, but I don’t miss the sharp, silent warning look Valen shoots his way. “Alright, enough of this pointless banter. We are burning valuable moonlight,” Valen says curtly, turning his focus back to me. “We should attempt this immediately, before the night