Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

“Tell me something—are you really staying out of this? You have a claim to the inheritance too.” “Not a chance. A body like that shouldn’t be wasted on just one woman—especially one that plain and dim.” Stas ran a hand through his carefully styled fair hair and smiled with lazy arrogance. “Good thing I don’t care,” Vlad replied, pulling the door open. “There’s too much money on the line. I wouldn’t give a damn if I had to wake up next to a wicked old witch every morning.” The door shut behind him. He opened his umbrella and made his way toward the car.

Chapter 40 Lucien Alessandro 'All clear, boss' My lips curled up in a smirk as I read through the text Vladimir sent to me before clicking on the attached photo. There he was. The invincible el Kostya, lying there dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood. El Kostya was a powerful and influential mafia leader. He was one who could never be defeated by anyone, but Vladimir did it. I would've done it myself, but he wasn't worth it.

“ If you don’t mind me saying this, I think we have waited long enough. It’s best if we talked about what brought us here so we could handle more important matters. “ Viktor said. He was the head of the security detail to make sure all the ranks and Nikolai remained protected. “ More important issues? “ I asked while cocking my eyebrow at him. “ Yes. The war with the Russians, for example. “ He replied. I laughed, eliciting dirty looks from the ranks. “ Is there something funny with what he said? “Vincenzo asked. Everywhere there was disrespect towards me, Vincenzo had to be involved. “ As a matter of fact, there is. How do you expect to fight the Russians if you have battles in the family?

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

the commander replies and prefers nothing at all. “GOOD, let’s get down to business, my name is VLAD but most people call me DRACULA.”

"A senior citizen. Like your father, he is a scholar, but much more elusive. He doesn't operate in the typical circles. a secret keeper. He may have the answer to your father's actual intentions. His actual coalitions. Violetta, you won't find the answers you're looking for in these walls. They're with him. He paused to make sure his words struck a chord with her, his eyes penetrating." The old quarter is where he resides. close to the quiet monastery. Elias is his name. The revelation lingered in the air, and Vlad's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, indicating how much importance he placed on this person. This person was outside of their immediate, unstable circle and provided

CHAPTER Nineteen Pearl was going through some documents in his office when a call came through from an unknown contact "I believe I am speaking with Norrignton Pearl?" the voice which sounded like Russian asked "Who is this?" Pearl asked closing his file "I am Vladimir, the leader of the Serdof Cartel" The voice introduced himself "I got information that you are currently the leader of the Elite Packs and I wish to know why you asked your men to kill my men when they asked for Tax" Pearl chuckled for a moment before replying;

"Care for a refreshing glass of juice? Nonalcoholic, I can assure you." "Who is that?!!" Bilal prompts, curiously eyeing Huxley's face and tuxedo. "My father's good friend and valet, now a good friend of mine," Vladimir replies with an endearing tone as he strides over toward Huxley and pats him on the back. "Glad to see you've made it on time." "This is so freaking cool!! Reminds me of batman comics!!" Bilal beams exuberantly. "Vladimir, are you actually a superhero in disguise?!"

She smirked. Vladiv rolled his eyes at her before springing off his chair. "I have to go pick Mia up from school," he informed and started to amble away. "I didn't know that would be enough to shut you up," She chortled. "Uhm Lexi you had said Vladiv's favourite dish is Okroshka, I was thinking that since his birthday is tomorrow maybe we could make that for him but the thing is I do not know anything about Russian dishes," I mouthed.