Novel & Cerita Vlad Plasmius

“Caspian is his first son and heir, and Lady Cassandra is his former favorite. He had her staying away from the pack when his father passed and he became Alpha. He figured that it would be safest for him.” The name landed like a stone in my chest. Cassandra. The woman who had once been his favorite. The woman who had given him what we were all supposed to give. The realization made something inside me twist with a feeling I did not like and could not name. “So why does he need more?” I asked. “If he had a son already, and if he had a favorite, why would he need others? He could have chosen her as Luna.” “Because he is Alpha,” Helena said simply. “And she is human. Having mates or Lunas is no

“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.

“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.

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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.

Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. I blinked. Empty and dark eyes. Sharp cheekbones. A powerful presence that sent an instant chill down my spine. I knew this man. Even through my delirium, even through the haze of exhaustion and blood loss— I recognized him without missing a single beat. Vlad the Impaler. Vladislav Moroz. The most powerful businessman in the world. And Malcom was right behind me.

I heard a sudden chuckle. “Be careful!” Count Vlad said as he pulled me backward. The fucker didn’t die? What the hell? “You won’t be able to kill me that easy. So don’t feel that victorious still,” Sergius said as he stood up. “What is he?” Count Vlad asked. “He’s a mutant,” I mumble. Experimented he could indeed prevent him from dying? As Sergius moves forward, Count Vlad pushes me out of the way, and Sergius attacks him. He looked different. His veins are popping with a black liquid.

Rosalyn spoke in such a calm tone, repeating her words, balancing herself despite the shaking ground. Elias stepped in front of me instinctively. Xavier’s wolf exploded forward, gold bleeding into his irises, dominance slamming into the floor so violently even Elias staggered. “Valerie,” he gritted out, voice low, feral, lethal. “Behind me. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because her power, Lisa’s power, rolled through me like ice water and wildfire intertwined, crawling up my spine, into my lungs, into the marrow of my bones.