Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

“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.

“Why are you here, and why am I tied up?” Ivan leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. “How do I explain this to you, krasivy? I think I’ll start with my name. It’s not Ivan. Let me reintroduce myself - I’m Vladimir Aleksander.” The name hits me like a physical blow, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “That’s impossible,” I whisper. “Stefano killed you years ago.” Vladimir Alesksander is the name of the former Kazan gang leader.

Her face slightly twitched sourly as she looked at Vladimir's head with its eyes creepily dilated. She could hear loudly her stomach rumbling in hunger, but with the horrendous sight in front of them, Laurel felt her craving for food vanish. Vladimir was too small fry for her to enjoy the feast while his head was displayed in the middle of the table. Don Zagreus burst into audible laughter.

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;

Leo chuckled seeing the numbers of guards in the private room, Leonardo laughed, bending over. "Vse eto dlya menya ( all this for me?)" He smirked. "Ya ne doveryayu tebe ( I don't trust you)", Vladimir spoke truthfully, he collected Leo's coke and here he was in his restaurant, he knows Leo, everybody knows leo, he is ruthless.

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

Kat stayed where she was not sure if she should follow him or not. A voice behind her made her spin around with shock as Ruben did the same, grinning from ear to ear. “How about a hello to your favourite childhood friend?” Vladimir was standing there in all his flouncy glory, a young noble looking man standing behind him, both dressed up to the nines with frilly shirts and outrageous velvet suits. “Vladimir!” Ruben shouted with amazement. “What are you doing here?” He embraced his friend before holding him out at arms-length to take him in.

"... Pizza, Empanadas-" "What's an empanada?" her question was brief as she watched the man by the freezer cast her an amused glance. His eyebrows were furrowed to the light that spilled from the windows to her back, eyes squinted but the blue still sharp "They're..." The man paused, straightening up, nudging the fridge door closed by his side, a hand lifting to push his fallen hair from the frame of his forehead. "-stuffed pastry with beef and vegetable elements—not to suck my own díck but I make them all the time and they're exceptionally good,"

I say. "Yeah, they know about it, but I don't care. That is in my past. I am not planning those evil cities anymore, but I know it is my father's dream. I know he will come after the spell. It was always his dream to see the sun again. Although the Sun God told him he would never see his face again, he always dreamed about a day he would feel the sun on his skin again. It is icy living in the dark," Vladimir says. I cannot help feeling sorry for him because I think he is not only talking about the fact that he could not walk in the sunlight but also about the fact that he did not have love in his life.

I bite back a loud cry. “When we give orders, you obey.” He leans in and murmurs. Spitting, his saliva drops on a nipple, hangs on for a bit, and eventually drops on my thigh. I close my eyes, fight back the need that comes from their humiliation. “Sit.” He repeats. “Time to test how much your cunt can take,” Vladimir smirks and rolls the liquor in his glass as if blending the mix, then gulps it, the entire thing. A soft relief washes over me.