Volturi Demetri Novels & Stories

His amber eyes alight with flame and a howl of fury on his lips, Demetrius Strong took matters into his own hands, flinging himself forward to attack the approaching sorcerers. ***

Xenia Warnings sounded off in my head. From the daunting look in his eyes, the possessiveness in his tone, the way his fingers trail between my breasts and slide up to my neck to grip it slightly, it all reminds me exactly of who he is and what he’s capable of. Demetrius isn’t a regular man. He’s a vampire, powerful, strong, extremely fast. He has killed and done terrible things. He could easily overpower me before I even blinked, and that’s intimidating.

I arched my eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. Demetrius stepped back. His hands fidgeted when our eyes met. "Y-Yes, Mother..." His tone was timid and... trembling. I fluttered my eyelids, bewildered at what was happening. However, Valerian was to the rescue to answer my bafflement. "Demetrius is frightened whenever Dameta is acting spitefully at him. He thinks that you are going to punish him," he whispered. I froze at his words, looking at him. Valerian smiled softly, nodding before placing his arm over my shoulders when he saw I couldn't utter a word. He must have noticed how I tried to open my mouth, but no words came out.

I turned first, my body going cold with fear that the voice belonged to someone who knew us. I stiffened. An unfamiliar man was staring at Demetrio with tight cordiality. He was older, probably in his late fifties. Average height with a rotund body shape. But he wasn’t the reason behind the tightness seeping into my shoulders. Valentina stood directly behind him, eyes wide and glaring as she looked from me to Demetrio and back to Demetrio. “Don Cortini.” Demetrio greeted dryly. “What a surprise seeing you here.” Valentina’s father said.

The train pulled up as the call ended and Demetri stepped aboard and sank into the first available seat. His concern was increasing, his feeling of being too late starting to spiral out of control. If anything happened to Pietro... The vampire was a pain in the ass but he liked him, trusted him more than he did most people. His easy laughter, the way he took the piss out of Andrei, his steadfast loyalty to his friends...all those things were what made Pietro a friend to Demetri. And no one fucked with his friends.

to him in the most somber tone that has ever left her mouth. Demetrius suddenly beamed with evil delight as he clapped his hands together, a sense of victory swam about in his eyes before turning and strutting away. “Wonderful, I will get my guards to escort you both up to a more suitable sleeping chamber. This human will stay with you throughout you’re incubating period as he is part of your staple diet, and once that thing has sprung from you they can both be gone and I will finally be able to take you into my bed,” He beamed. And I felt a shudder go through her as she pushed her face further into my chest, and all I could do was hold onto her.

It chilled her to the core to know that Demetre was capable of such devastation in such a short period of time. Cautiously, Arianna stepped forward, noticing that there areas of the ground that seemed to be burning. Carefully, moving forward not to step in any area that was smoking. Looking around she saw nothing at first, but then she walked around a corner and saw Merlin standing in front of her. His back was to her, and in front of him was Demetre. Demetre stood opposite Merlin, his black eyes staring at him with murderous hate. He stepped forwards to take a lunge at Merlin.

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

Were demons even capable of forming emotional connections with other creatures? Demetri's head turned toward me, his black eyes standing out in the morning light. The color in his skin had returned, and he looked as healthy as he did the day that I had first summoned him here. "You look better," I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful morning. "Don't fool yourself, my little witch. Even at my worst over the past week, you still wanted me." The corner of Demetri's mouth pulled up, and I pursed my lips with my eyebrows raised.

Her voice is taunting, a challenge. Demitri lets out a low chuckle. “No. This is the part where I confirm a few things.” He circles her slowly, assessing, while I pick up a sleek black vibrator from the table. Switching it on, I drag it teasingly down the length of her spine, watching as she arches, a shiver running through her. “Let’s be clear. You want us both,” Demitri states, his voice a low rumble. “Both of us, to fuck you, working together. Just fuck you, right?”