Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

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.

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.

The sound of the spirit pouring into the glass cup, drained out his response. He shrugged, bringing my glass to me. "You know I'd never do that to you, Alpha." He slid the glass across the table. "I'm loyal to you and the pack. You saved me, remember?" I clearly did remember. About seventeen years ago, after his parents had passed, Marcus was just an orphaned omega and like we referred to people like him, he was 'cursed by the Moon Goddess'. But I had fought the entire pack to have him at my side.

"What's up with Vlad?" Liam coughed slightly and looked at the old man. "He studies what I do. He's really interested. Compared to Sir Victor, I see more potential in Vladimir to become the leader of the organization. As per Joshua, Vladimir also never stops training in handling a gun and different types of bombs."

Blood dripped onto the table as his voice thundered. “How did they get back on their feet so quickly?” he snarled, his fiery eyes locking onto the man before him, Vasyl "The Viper", a notorious figure in the Khalidan underworld. “ Vasyl, you assured me you had everything under control. You promised me they’d crumble!”

Finally, giving my hand a short squeeze, Heleos stood, and introduced them. “Vlad Volga, long time friend and council member for the vampri.” Heleos said, gesturing to the red headed man. “Sasha Volga, his sister, and Julius and Marco Pavlov.” He pointed to the twins. Marco had ears that stuck out further, and Julius had a heavier brow, with a tiny dark mole on his left cheekbone. Both men had brown hair and all four of them had deep blue eyes, as though they shared a family trait. Heleos must have felt my question, because he answered through our bond, so that only I could hear.

Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so as not to attract human attention.

*The world of Tulkas is a world in the seventh dimension, thousands of light years away, and it is impossible to reach it, because it is separated from the rest of the worlds by what is called a barrier that is protected by seven guards of each type. The world of Tulkas is divided into seven worlds, the strongest of these worlds is the werewolves kingdom , which imposed their control since the last war that took place between them and the vampires - since that war, the vampires have disappeared, and their appearance has become rare.

“Why are you here, and why am I tied up?” Ivan leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. “How do I explain this to you, krasivy? I think I’ll start with my name. It’s not Ivan. Let me reintroduce myself - I’m Vladimir Aleksander.” The name hits me like a physical blow, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “That’s impossible,” I whisper. “Stefano killed you years ago.” Vladimir Alesksander is the name of the former Kazan gang leader.

"Bunch of mindless animals." "They are your creation, Vlad," Vorenus said. "You should be proud." Vladimir scoffed and took a small sip from his cup. "You," he said pointing at Vorenus and Alice. "You two are my creations... They," He gestured outside. "They are YOUR creations. And they disgust me." Vorenus looked away. "They'll come around soon." "You haven't even come around," Vladimir snorted. "You still drink blood like an animal."