Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

His voice was a soft whisper against my ear, devoid of any warmth. "You will be my greatest asset. You will be his kryptonite and his nemesis. I can see why Sokolov is really into you." Vlad Kuznetsov. The name finally clicked into place, not as a memory of a face or a specific event, but as a reputation, a name whispered in hushed tones in certain circles, a titan of industry with a dark underbelly, known for his relentless ambition and unforgiving nature.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

A tall, imposing figure with a cruel grin caught her attention. Vladimir Petrov, a notorious Russian oligarch known for his ruthless tactics.

The overwhelming roughness on his face briefly made one consider escaping, but since the man in front of him was Liam, who carried a strong aura that forced down the intimidation the man was constantly trying. “I certainly did not think you could be intelligent. You impress me, boy. I am Vlad. What would you want to drink?” Vlad questioned while closely examining Liam, giving off the impression that he had never met the man and that seizing the materials that belonged to his company was merely a ruse to get in touch with him.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

"He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess" "Gave up?" He retorted. "You don't just give up; I'll help you find him. I have some men in Russia as we speak, who can help. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" He asked with anger in his voice. "It doesn't matter, don't waste your time on him, I'm not one for revenge" I huffed out turning on my back so I wasn't facing him anymore. "Ivan is a ruthless man. He's killed children, Cassandra; I'm finding him whether you like it or not." I sighed and nodded, hoping he could see my nod.

This almost seemed like gladiator fights in the books she had read. “Is this even training anymore?” “Yes, my lady.” A voice responded, abruptly calling her attention, and a striking pair of deep hazel entered her vision. “It is just training.” He continued with a side curve on his lips that widened the goatee beard he seemed to take pride in stroking. “Vladimir is believed to hold the key to the other side, because of his record for vanquishing countless numbers of enemies and coming out unscathed. No one who has fought against him survived.”

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.