Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a storm of fury and alertness. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath. "I didn't expect him to show up tonight." "Who is he, Ivan?" I asked again, my heart starting to pound. "Vladimir Kozlov," Ivan answered through gritted teeth. "My father's old business partner... and my worst enemy. He was banished years ago, but it seems he's back to collect old debts." Before I could ask more, the man in white—Vladimir—slowly raised his glass towards us, a mocking smile on his lips, and took a sip.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

His gray eyes looked at Kyron's back sympathetically. “Are you Kyron? Cassia asked me to meet you. You can call me Vladimir. I was the head of researcher and co-leader of the Green Magic Tower during this war. I'm sorry for your loss," said Vladimir in a soft voice. Kyron didn't answer. His body was still shaking as he was still sobbing. He didn't even look back and was still crying.

Vladimir smirked and nodded. “You brought big shots,” Vladimir looked at me, and I stiffened. He knew who they were. “I'm sure the guys would love to make a list of complaints straight to the ones who can do something about it,” he smirked, and I took a deep breath, then looked at Cadmus and Stephan, and they nodded. “If you know who we are, then lead the way,” Cadmus said, without hesitation, and Vladimir smirked. “You have balls, fire dragon,” Vladimir said to Cadmus,

“You never have killed me nor Louise. Have you forgotten what he’s capable of?” “Ingenious.” He looked down at her with adoration. “The one I’ve killed was just a clone of yourselves.” He scratches his chin, still saying ingenious repeatedly. “I’m sorry to interrupt your train of thoughts, but isn’t it the time for you to start praying? After all, you’re about to meet your creator. You can ask him why he flawed with you!” Vladimir cackled, rotating his hand in a counter-clockwise motion. Before Xavier could so much as move back, water busted out of the ground.

the superintendent concluded and cut the call” Agent Vlasdislav Khan was a special anti – terrorism agent from Russia who had helped his country in robbing several top rated wolf killings and also in preventing these attacks. He once led a delegation to help a certain African country solve the murder case of their President and the nabbed the criminals in just two weeks.

All throughout the day, Viva planned her next attack in Rozralas and how to get Hiro. ***** Zinedine House: "What? Please don't tell me it's my Vlad?" Lia asked hoping Rozralas was just pulling her legs. "How many Vlad do you know in all your life on earth?" "Don't bring that up, you know what I mean." "I just told you it's your crush and you are still asking me." "How is it my crush? He isn't a Millennium, he is just a Vampire." "Not just an ordinary vampire, A Vampire King," Rozralas reminded Lia.

It wouldn't do to take out his muscle and piss off the big man's insane brother. Vlad sat heavily in the big, well-used leather chair behind his desk and rolled his shoulders, pulling some of the tension out of the muscles. Wordlessly, Boris poured a couple of healthy shots of vodka and placed one in front of Vlad. Going around the desk, he sat in the other chair, ignoring the creak as it protested his massive weight. Vlad was once more struck by how graceful the man could move despite his size. Boris was often underestimated as slow by people who thought they might be able to best the big man. It was usually the last thought they had.

I loved the way it rolled of my tongue. Vlad