Vlad Book Novels & Stories

Without apologizing, she sprinted out of sight, and a confused Mason walked in, glancing back at her then to me with a lifted eyebrow. I shrugged in dismissal and he walked in, dropping the book on the table. “What's this?” “It's about Vladimir.” “Really?” I began to open the book. “Not, not the book. I meant, about Vladimir…” “Oh. What about him? Any new information?” I leaned closer.

Then he will have twelve million bucks in his pocket and the recognition of the arrogant elite of the Dark Web. He poured himself a glass of red wine, closed his eyes and thought of a new life he will start in Morocco. Even his face will be new. He will make sure Rashid’s people will never bother him again. Vlad’s head flinched. His tablet produced a slight noise. It was Rashid. Vlad frowned. Fatty was sending someone to pick up the virus Ash had nicked from Grossman’s employee. Vlad hated to admit that his brain would never come up with anything remotely as good as Green Dragon. Rashid had decided to exchange Vlad’s hard earned Etera wallets for it. Bloody Ash. The snitch had reported Vlad

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

“Why are you here?! I thought you had no intention of seeing us.” “Well, I had a change of heart, big brother,” he says clearly, then points to Cat. “Hand over the Goddess, and I’ll allow you to walk away with your life.” “Not happening,” Kai shakes his head. “Tell me what you need from my mate, and we might just come to a compromise.” Vladimir laughs as he crosses his arms. “What makes you think I’m here to compromise? I’ve come for what’s rightfully mine, brother.” “My dynasty was earned through blood rite. You have no rightful claim here; I am the eldest Volkov!” Kai growls, then he faces off against Vladimir who matches his punches blow for blow.

The right and left of the narrow hallway were bookshelves. She stood staring at the wall and she saw it was not flat. There was a block from the wall that jutted inside. She pushed the wall, and it opened. She couldn't blink with admiration when she saw the glass book inside the wall. The book was so beautiful and old she had never seen such a book before. She then took the book and closed the wall. “Calista, I found you.” It startled her to hear someone speak softly to her from behind her, making her turn around, and she saw Vladimir standing not far from her with his eyes fixed on hers.

I winked before adding, "Wait!! This is not the right time to be talking about this!" He nodded and slowly walked towards the book. His left hand was holding my hand. Hiding me at his back. A cute attempt, though. As if something bad will happen. Vlad chanted some spells, and I think some of them didn't work. Based on his reactions. He was frustrated and attempted to just touch the book. I stopped him. "What do you think you're doing?! Vlad, a mere touch hurts!" I yelled. Firmly grasping his hand. Kath was also growling at our mate's hasty actions. He turned at me and.. Smiled!?! He had the guts to smile now!?!

“Quiet and calm environment?! thought Vlad. - Wow definition! I would like his iron nerves. Although, probably, in a past life he did not happen to be in such alterations. Remember only that dream of mine about the siege. After all, he slept somehow for two weeks to the sounds of incessant shelling, with the constant thought that there was nowhere to retreat. And nothing, he looked so cheerful at the end. A small, palm-sized, format book, open towards the end, lay on the table. From the page looked mythical monsters depicted along the entire perimeter of the fields, intricately intertwined with each other, either in a fight, or copulating. The yellowish-brown paper obviously remembered more

But he didn't expect it would attract a pesky nuisance. Triana kneeled beside his bed, making Vlador's jaw tighten. He couldn't even read in peace after a draining day. "I didn't know you borrowed a book too," Triana said, smiling and trying to peek at the cover. "Can I know what it is about?" Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Vlador glanced at her and smirked. "It's about the war that wiped out the vampire race." Triana's smile faded. She backed away from trying to peek. "O-oh."

"He's the man who killed- Vladimir burst in. The sudden intrusion made them both flinch in surprise. Vladimir was a tall, imposing figure, with dark hair and piercing eyes. He had always been a little intimidating, but now there was something in his expression that made Claude's heart race. "Let us go," Claude cried, trying to sound brave even though her voice was shaking. "You can't do this to us" But Vladimir just stepped forward and pulled Nuella's hand. Claude tried to fight him off, but Vladimir was stronger. He gripped Nuella tightly and pulled her away from Claude. "If you want to see her again, you give us the witch's book," Vladimir said, his voice low and dangerous. Claude was stun

With lack of better things to do, I carefully climbed down the ladder and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of water and a handful of towels. There were some books with leather covers that would need a damp towel and others were paperbacks that'd just require dusting. I got to work quickly, cleaning and dusting my way through until I came across a book titled, "The Curse of Vlod." The cover was leather and the sides were embedded with intricate silver swirling, making it look like something out of a fairy tale. I immediately opened it and was so relieved it was written in English. I quickly stepped down from the ladder and sat against the wall, going through the pages.