Volturi Demetri Novels & Stories

A seductress who always knew where the exits were. Emilia was… something else entirely. There was a kind of purity in her confusion, a soft strength behind her stares. When she looked at him, it wasn’t manipulation — it was like she was trying to understand him. That unnerved him more than any weapon ever had. He lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the ember flaring in the wind. Dimitri Volkov. That name had sent something sharp down his spine when he first heard it from the file. And when it came through her voice, barely a whisper, picked up by the bug he’d left behind the painting in her Prague bedroom, it had almost made his blood run cold.

Valerie replied, taking a bite of her burger. Rhea shrugged it off and sipped her cola, while Morticia's mind drifted to Vincent, and then to Klaus. Great, she was back to her usual crush fantasies. "Little nerd." Morticia's face turned cold at the voice she would recognize anywhere-Dimitri. She hadn't seen this ugly asš since she tried to kill her. Dimitri walked over and stopped at her table with a small smile. "Long time," she murmured, and Morticia rolled her eyes again.

said Felix. Deumitri sighed. "I canʼt believe that Velo died, Felix." He lowered his gaze and reminisced his lifeʼs history. Way back year 773, Velo and Deumitri started to become friends. They had a great friendship actually, but Deumitri was completely lost in Veloʼs eyes. He never confessed because he knew that she canʼt reciprocate his feelings. Heʼs afraid that he will lost his beloved in just a blink of an eye. Years had passed, the fire in his heart intensifies. But one day came, Felix entered their life and captured Veloʼs heart. Heʼs hurt but because of his admiration and respect to the Vigliancos, he let himself watch Velo and Felix to tie the knot. After the fall, he decided to wa

Elena stretched out a nervous smile before stepping away from Dimitri with caution like Dimitri was truly some dangerous criminal, but not without forcing an injection into Dimitri’s skin and depositing its content into her body. Dimitri’s eyes twitched a little as a result of the sharp pain, but she could not say a word still. Her eyes could only redden in anger as they followed Elena’s figure till she hid behind Krisen like a weakling. It might have been her assumptions before, but now she was hundred percent certain that her present condition had to do with Elena. Why did she even want to release Demons? Could she be working with them? Dimitri could not wrap her head around it; simply bec

he asks, lifting an eyebrow. I look down at my watch and give Demetri a sheepish smile. "It's the weekend?" "You sound unsure," I avert my eyes and notice Python is in full view of the other vets. "Python!" I shriek, and while everyone's attention is on me, Python slips away. Demetri turns around just in time to catch where Python was running from. "You should keep your cat away from that wolf you know?" he tries to reach for Python, but he makes a full round circle around the vet. Koray is growling at Demetri.

She lunges at him and grabs him by the neck, her claws are digging into his flesh, "you dare to try and fool me, Demetri." I lean against the staircase now watching in amusement as Jazzy takes over, her voice is sweet as she purrs at her prey, "oh my Mate, so glad to see you, I believe we only have one thing left to do," she lunges for his throat as the word Mark comes out of her mouth. The man she holds screams as his features contort, my face melts away and Demetri's comes full force, "NO Stop, I'm not Bastien." My girl stops just a hair from his neck, her face turns to me and the most evil smile crosses it, she licks up the side of his neck, "oh but you want to be, so now let me mark yo

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.

He's around 16. Dmitri: A Russian vampire and a leader of a resistance outpost that was one of the firsts to fall to the Nero family. He has silvery, snowlike hair with ice baby blue eyes and has water powers, being able to manipulate its form (permanently or temporary) and its shape and temperature and its movements. He is mated to Jason Nero and has had a lifetime dream of having a dragon. His sister is Eva.

Vladimir said, bowing his head slowly. Aourau was happy and also sad too but at least Winterfell had someone to rule over them. For Demetria's husband's body it was buried with Demetria's own body In the sanctuary of the dead. “Sistum scatima” meaning In loving memory of Demetria and Lucas Allen. Vladimir uses the crystal stone to wipe out Winterfell and all its past memories relating to this faithful incident. A past that is better kept as a secret as if it will be revealed could lead to disaster.

Vlad dropped an iPad on the centre table and pushed it to my front. "Dimitri Pietro. Age twenty-nine. An orphan who grew up in an orphanage with his elder brother, the late Giovanni Pietro. He joined the Bratva family when he was just twenty, and his brother, twenty-three. He is one of Bratva's strong hitmen." I scrolled through the pictures displayed on the screen of the iPad while listening to Vlad explain.