Vladimir Novels & Stories

Natasha turned to her desk mate; Carmen Vega, who at the moment seemed to be deeply engrossed in a book with a black cover and a white title - War & Peace . "So, are you going to sign up?" Carmen asked, her eyes still fixated on the book. "What? No! Of course not!" "Do you mind?" came another voice. "What?" Natasha responded, turning back to the kid who sat behind her. "Some of us here are trying to do something that actually matters, so would you keep it down!" It was Henry, the smartest kid in class with his annoying perfect English accent. Cassie was his desk mate as she got to her seat and began playing loud music through her headhones, making Henry direct his attention to her.

He said, turning toward Stella and me. I cleared my throat and introduced myself. “King Vladimir, I am Supreme Alpha Romeo Adalwülf, and this is my mate and Luna Stella Adalwülf.” I extended my hand and when he took it in a handshake, it was like grabbing a piece of ice. “Tell me, Alpha, what can I do for you? It's been such a long time since we had any relationship with your kin.” Vladimir said. I was about to go into business mode when Stella rolled her eyes.

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 apologise for everything, Ms Greenfield. But Vladimir is not bre athing with us anymore.”

We’d walked quite a distance away from everyone but he wasn’t satisfied. He was an introvert and hated noise, ‘according to his words. But I think this spot we were in was perfect. “This is so much we can go, Vorga.” In just the few minutes that I spent with him, we had become so close that I could casually speak to him.

Vladimir finally spoke and I could hear the anger in his voice with every word that came out of his mouth. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He yelled at Ivan who finally released his mother’s hand to stand in front of his father and stare at him directly. “I’m telling you that you have no right whatsoever to talk to my wife disrespectfully and I mean it.” Ivan responded firmly. The sound of him calling me his wife gave me butterflies in my stomach. “Your wife?” Vladimir scoffed, “there’s only one person whose marriage with you we’ll support and that is Celine. Not some miserable bitch we bought.” He added firmly and I felt as

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

“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.

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

This almost seemed like gladiator fights in the books she had read. “Is this even training anymore?” “Yes, my lady.” A voice responded, abruptly calling her attention, and a striking pair of deep hazel entered her vision. “It is just training.” He continued with a side curve on his lips that widened the goatee beard he seemed to take pride in stroking. “Vladimir is believed to hold the key to the other side, because of his record for vanquishing countless numbers of enemies and coming out unscathed. No one who has fought against him survived.”