Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

Lara passed me a glass of water which I drank in one gulp. “You don't have to scare her like that, Ruslan.” Lara muttered. He is Ruslan Orlov. The Bratva of Vipers Clan. My step-brother. I have seen him on TV and internet, but it was almost as if the internet didn't portray his beauty well enough. He is a greek god. “Oh, I see. Our step-sister has arrived.” Why does his statement carry so much sarcasm? “Ivana, right?” He raised an eyebrow, coming closer like a tower. A cloud of darkness.

Jack asked. "In the complex itself? Approximately two hundred. Most are young—turned within the last century. But there are a few elders down there, including..." She pulled up a file. "Lord Vladislov. Seventh-century Slavic noble, turned during the Byzantine era. He's the Vault's primary guardian, and he hasn't left the complex in four hundred years." "What are his capabilities?" "Unknown. Nobody who's fought him has survived to file a report." Haley paused. "Which, you know, isn't great for our tactical planning."

"While I will attack" "Vlad! You crazy b*stard!" Vlad stepped out holding his black AK-47. "Hello, motherf*ckers!" Judith knew the owner of this low voice. He turned with a grimace of mock and saw Vlad standing in front of him, holding a Kalashnikov. Vlad was a demon on the battlefield. They called him the Russian Bear for a reason. And as of now when ten super-trained mafia men are attacking him, he doesn't even seem worried.

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

I tried to speak but no words came out. Lukas didn't say a word. His jaw tightened and his face as hard as a rock. I could tell he was extremely mad. “When did this happen?” “About an hour ago” “You could not call me?” “I didn't know how to tell you” Kate peered at him through tear-rimmed eyes. “I'm sorry” “Enough of that!” “We found signs of baneswort and wolfsbane in his body. Someone poisoned him on purpose” “Call my brother” my voice cut through the silent room. I turned to Lukas, my face lighting up with hope. “Call Axel. He has healing abilities. I'm sure he can bring Elian back”

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

I am too mad to say anything. I take a few minutes to calm down and analyze what I know about my mate. His name is Vladimir. He was born in 1998, which means he is 23 years old. His parents had been rogues. He has been a slave since he was 9. Time to meet Vladimir – my mate. "Wait here," I say to Mark. I enter the room he is in, and I growl. Vladimir is standing on the bed, and I can see he has been treated, and bandages cover his back. He wears a pair of ripped jeans covered in blood. He has no t-shirt on.

The weight of his actions weighed heavily on his soul, forever having an impact on his life. Despite the darkness that surrounded him, Jessica remained by his side, offering support and understanding in hopes of helping him heal from the scars of his past, but Caesar has already set his mind to what he will do in life. Jessica knew everything Caesar was doing in the mafia. She isn't involved doesn't mean she is oblivious to her surroundings. She knows what the Mafia calls him. Vladmirie, named after the notorious Mafia King of Russia in the 18th century, Vlamirie Kumarin who was famous for it's gruesome tactics and ruthless nature.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.

"Spine tingling? I haven't slept with him!" "Yet. I hear a yet in your voice! Now we're talking! Who is he? On a scale of 1 to 10 how hot are we talking?" I rolled my eyes at Ru's teasing. "Vladimir. And there will be no sex, either now or in the future." Dude actually brought me here as pawn in his revenge plot, and he didn't make a secret of it! "He may or may not be a witch." Ru's smile actually vanished at the mention of his name. Guess he wasn't a fan then. "Wizard." He announced in a clipped tone.