Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

After Charlie had boarded the plane, Gary pointed at a foreigner who was checking the parachute bag and said, “Young Master, this is Vladislav from Russia. He was a paratrooper instructor, and he has twenty years of professional experience in skydiving from a high altitude. He is extremely rich in experience.”

“Shocking right? But I saw her. And according to my vision, she should be arriving today!” “Well, that's insane. Considering that everything we have read about Grisha talked about a very powerful person who will have power over both Ducazee and Anuka. And there was no way we could have all imagined that it was a girl.” Volkavik chimed in with his heavy voice and I could have sworn I saw steam coming out of his mouth. This guy was one of those that made me tremble even when I didn’t want to. I was a lycan prince, the strongest shape-shifter but Volkavik, a golden dragon was someone I didn’t want to mess up with! The legend has it that he has lived for over a million years. So yeah! I wasn’t p

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Vladimir seriously explains. "He is a Petrov from Carlos Petrov's lineage. The beast of Petrov Mafia. He was feared by everyone during his rule. After the attack, they declared his family was slaughtered. But no, his children were alive. And CEO Alek Vasili Wright is just one of his heirs and the one who has inherited his abilities. He is considered the Carlos Petrov of his generation" with an earnest tone, he hopes to convince everyone. "The man is heartless and I don't dream of messing with him" Vladimir mutters. He cringe at the thought of being dealt with by the CEO.

They tied Vladimir to a chair, and Dmitri gave Valeria the lighter. “Light it up,” he said, and she smiled. She turned on the light and threw it on the fuel. The fire spread slowly, and Vladimir looked at his once beautiful organisation. He made it for years and built it for years. Now, in a few hours, all decades of hard work burnt to the ground. So this is how he ended? He never saw it coming; he never knew he would be defeated. He closed his eyes; his heart couldn’t contain the pain he felt watching it. Valeria chuckled, throwing him into the fire, and they left, walking away from the raging fire. Vladimir didn’t scream out; instead, he smiled. At least he was dying in his facility. He wa

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

As usual, his hands and arms were loaded with heavy gold -- chain link bracelet, diamond-rimmed Rolex Masterpiece, massive rings set with star sapphires and smoky topaz. I licked my lips and crossed my legs when I sat down across from him. But Vlad had only business on his mind. “I am launching new product,” he said, handing me a draft brochure. Vladi Vodka was introducing a line of premixed specialty martinis: apple, chocolate, key lime, orange, cherry, and lemon.

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***

“No. I already told you that’s a terrible idea. We have a plan.” I told Alexei everything, about my plan with Isolde and Tisha, and about the evidence we’d been collecting. He just looked at me coolly, like I was a child pitching a half-baked idea. “You’re not impressed, huh?” I crossed my arms, offended. “It’s a good plan. I never said it wasn’t.” “I’m guessing there’s a ‘but’ coming.” He chuckled softly. “I just want to add something. So Vlad has no way out. On top of your plan with Isolde, the evidence, and the arrangement with Darius.”

I staggered a little, and his hand shot out immediately to wrap around my upper arm. Tingles zinged through my veins, making me gasp. I opened my mouth to ask what this…this reaction meant when the door opened behind him. Vladimir stepped inside, glancing between us with the calm expression of someone who had already guessed what had happened. “Well,” he said mildly, closing the door behind him, “I see the secret is officially out.” I pointed at Viktor immediately. “You have glowing eyes, like him, too?” I blurted. “Yeah, that’s…yeah,” Vladimir said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t say glowing.”