Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

he has the audacity to ask me. I lift my brows. “Excuse me?” “Why are you sitting next to this weird old dude? Do you know him?” I snort. “I know him better than I know you. His name is Vladimir, he drives a red Ferrari and a white Porsche, all his ex-wives have betrayed him, and he likes scotch. Also he has a cute little black puppy Milanka. The only information I have about you is that your name is Atlas.” “I am your hot boxing coach.”

I watched them place the heavenly food on the table. We picked up our utensils and dug in. If I wasn't in public, I would moan, the taste almost made me orgasm. It wasn't until I opened my eyes did I see Clyde staring at me with his lips slightly tugged upwards. "I bet that made you orgasm more than Volvo could ever" He smirked. "Volvo sounds so cute" I laughed "Volvo" I poked Vladim, who didn't seem even slightly impressed. "In Russia, Vlad is not shot for Vladim, its short for Vladislav" His name spat out of his mouth beautifully "Volvo is short from Vladim"

Two sandwiches and a bowl of chili later, and I was full. Another wolf entered. He was very tall, probably six and a half feet. He had long blonde hair. Although not as muscular as either Alpha, he was clearly a powerful wolf. I noticed that Talia looked up at him but then blushed and looked away. I gave her a questioning look, but she quickly turned away from me. “Harley, this is Anders’ Beta, Neil.” He held out his hand and I took it, shaking his hand.

"Roswald as the vanguard of Marlo's team." Roswald as the Vanguard. He was 18 years old and has always been the leader, and the strongest when it comes to pure strength. He was from the Greg Aristrocrat Family. It was the same aristocrat familyHezekaiah belonged to, they're probably relatives and that was not a good thing. "Viniel as the controller of the team." Alkhun grins.

**_** Naomi's POV:: And today, the entire clans in the underworld has been shaken off their feet after a decree was made that the last of the most strongest specie, that was Vladimir. He was born of magic and of a transcendent father. He was truly a step brother to Lawst which always shocked the world how step brothers could be so close to rule a single clan without breaking apart.

The very last thing he bargained on was her strength throughout all of it. The assistant testified that Vlad saw the wolves and especially the hybrids as an abomination. According to her, in Vlad’s mind, they should have been wiped out centuries before and the hybrids should never have been created. They finished in the late evening and after Nicolas packed up, they left the castle. It didn’t feel as if he had won.

Surprised again that Romeo hadn’t told him or that Kolby hadn’t, Gabriela looked down and swirled the wine in her glass a couple of times taking another mouthful before looking up at the male opposite her. Now that she wasn’t fighting him she allowed herself to really look at him and he was quite handsome. Gabriela sighed to herself, she had told that evil rotten human Kolby, her name so what harm would come from sharing it with her mate She then whispered, “Gabriela.” “Gabriela…” Vlad whispers and his smile widens at hearing her name, enjoying the way it feels rolling off his tongue. He then clears his throat a little and says, “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriela. My name is Vladimir, however,

"Birth records. She has two different children listed in separate years - 1987 and 1990. But here's the thing - there's no other information about these kids. No school records, no medical records, nothing." I frowned. "Maybe she was just... you know, messing around during those years. Having kids she gave up or something." "Maybe," Vadim agreed. "It's not unheard of. Could be nothing." "What about Vlad Volkov?" "Now that's where it gets interesting. Vlad Volkov was supposed to have died in a car accident in 1995, right?" "Yes." "Well, he didn't. I found traces of him living under different identities. Financial records, property purchases, all under assumed names but with patterns that poin

He stepped off the repulsor platform onto the roof of the Iron Citadel as though stepping off a curb in a city that belonged to him entirely, which, to be precise, it did. Elias Vorn had not always owned a continent. Twenty years ago he had been a theoretical physicist and systems architect working from a compound outside what had once been Vienna, a man of brilliant and genuinely unsettling intelligence who had published seventeen papers on resonant suppression theory before the academic establishment decided his conclusions were too uncomfortable for the journals. He had taken that rejection with the quiet, absolute patience of a man who understood that the difference between a visionary a

Chapter Four A figure clothed in black, tall and lean, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, appeared before me. I took a step back, ready to run, but he turned sharply, and his voice froze me in place. “Mira, you’re here already. I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said. I turned slowly to face him. “My name is Vlad. Blade’s youngest son,” he added, clearing his throat as he approached with a small, confident smile.