Death is his middle name when messed with.........
Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.
His background was shrouded in mystery, but whispers of his brutal rise to power and merciless tactics had cemented his infamous reputation. Those who crossed him were dealt with swiftly and brutally, their fate a warning to others who dared to challenge his authority. He's known as Lucifer.
Lucifer sat in his study going through some files when his Beta, Mikhail Baryshnikov Darkclaw, walked in. There is no difference with the two, just that Vladimir is the chosen one by the moon goddess to be the Alpha of the Pack but Vladimir chose him as his Beta and his right hand man in the Underworld Mafia.
" Any update?" Lucifer asked, not looking up from the documents he was signing. He recognizes his scent.
" We have a mission in America because Jackson Hewitt is trying to pay a smart game with us. I have checked all the statistics of American Clan and found out that he's taking 80% of the incomes and sending to us only 20% income from the money made during the exchange of every month.. He faked all the documents that he has been sending to us, this has been going on for years." Mikhail explained, dropping new documents on the table.
" He asked for death and that he would get. Send some boys to all the debtors to collect my money that there time has expired, it's time to change some slaves " Lucifer sneered coldly.
" Yes my Alpha " Mikhail bowed slightly, walking out of his office.
Lucifer dropped all his paperwork and stood up from his chair which looks like a thrown made with pure gold. He looked out his window, memories of his past hunting him, he walked up to the pictures of his family. His fingers traced the edge of a photograph, the faces of his lost family etched into his memory like a curse.
Vlad's icy blue eyes hardened as he remembered that night, the blood, the screams, and the burning rage that had fueled his rise to power. Now, at 26, he is now the undisputed lord of the underworld Mafia, a figure feared by all. He would avenge his family and kill those who killed them.
Lucifer is a man who doesn't want any attachments from the both genders. That's why he killed his fated mate as soon as he found her, he can't afford to have weakness. Suddenly he's eyes changed to dark red.
" What do you want Annihilator?" He asked his wolf.
* I miss the taste of human blood. We need to go hunting* Annihilator growled.
" Don't growl on me. We are getting new slaves tomorrow night, have patience till then" Lucifer muttered, cutting him off completely.
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Mikhail walked out of his chambers, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
" Get the Jet ready we will be leaving soon" he ended the call and pressed the button on wall. Within seconds everyone was present in the main hall. Even a minute late, and met your tragic end.
" Luciano! Gather some boys and leave at the first stroke of dawn to all our debtors. It's time to collect all the money back and if anyone doesn't pay. You know what to do" Mikhail ordered.
" I totally understand Lord Mikhail " Luciano replied with a bow. Luciano Pavarotti is more like the third boss in the Clan. He's not a werewolf but knows alot about them. Majority in the Clan are werewolves, while some aren't. While some doesn't even know that werewolves even exits in the world.
" Lord Marino and I will be leaving tonight for an important mission, Luciano is in charge and disobeying means bringing death to miserable yourself and family members " he thundered once again before turning to walk out, going into his chambers to get ready for the bloody bath ahead.
★★★★ KIZHI VILLAGE ★★★★
April Lopez stood by the kitchen sink, her hands submerged in soapy water as she scrubbed the dishes. Her voice filled the small, rustic kitchen, singing her favorite song, "Arcade," with a clear, melodic tone that belied the simplicity of her surroundings, although it's a sad song but she derives joy in singing it. The old wooden cabinets, the worn-out linoleum floor, and the faded floral curtains that framed the small window were all familiar to her, as was the view outside – the same sleepy village she had known all her life.
As she sang, she noticed her Aunt Maria sitting at the table, staring out the window with a troubled expression. Aunt Maria, a woman in her late forties with graying hair pulled back into a tight bun, had raised April since she was a baby after her parents had died in a car accident. Maria was a strong woman, but today, she seemed particularly worn down, her face etched with worry.
"Aunt Maria," April said, her voice soft with concern as she wiped her hands on a towel. "You've been so moody all day. What's wrong?"
Maria sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she turned to face April. "It's the debt collectors, dear. They're coming tomorrow to collect the money I owe them, and I don't have it."
April's heart sank at her aunt's words. She knew that times had been tough, but she hadn't realized just how dire their financial situation was. "How much do we owe?" she asked, moving to sit beside Maria at the table.
"A lot more than we can afford," Maria admitted, with a trembling voice "I've tried everything, but I just can't come up with the money. I'm so sorry, April. I don't know what we're going to do."
April reached out and took her aunt's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll figure something out, Aunt Maria. We always do."
Maria shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't see how we can get out of this one, April. If we don't pay, they'll take the house. We have nowhere else to go."
April's heart skipped, trying to think of a solution. She had never been allowed to leave the village, her aunt always insisting it was too dangerous. But now, as she looked at Maria's defeated expression, she knew she had to do something. "What if I went to the city?" she suggested hesitantly. "Maybe I could find work there, earn some money to help pay off the debt."
Maria's eyes widened. "No, April! The city is too dangerous. You don't know what it's like out there. You've never been outside the village."
"I know, but I can't just sit here and do nothing," April insisted. "I have to try, Aunt Maria. For both of us."
Maria's face softened, but the worry didn't leave her eyes. "I don't want to lose you, April. You're all I have left."
April hugged her aunt tightly, feeling her resolve strengthen. "You won't lose me. I promise. I'll be careful, and I'll come back as soon as I can."
Maria clung to her for a moment before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "If you really think this is the best way, then I won't stop you. But please, be careful."
"I will," April promised, her voice firm. "I'll leave tomorrow morning."
" Okay. Return to your chores" Maria said, looking at her. April looked at her one more time, before walking back to the kitchen.
Maria looked at her feeling sad. She borrowed from Lord Marino Jenkins to sustain there life but now it looks like, she would loss everything. The world outside this village is very dangerous because of them and once Lord Marino sets his eyes in a woman he takes them by force. She protected her Cousin but she doesn't think she can do anymore. She knows that April is still very innocent and naive making her more expensive. Lord Mikhail is coming to collect his money tomorrow, meaning that she can exchange April and still get more money.
Her greedy side kicks in.
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhail’s brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. “That explains a lot—the unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. It’s… genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means they’ll be prepared for almost anything. They’ll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.” Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. “Prepared or not, they’re going to answer for everything they’ve done. Tonight, we end this.” His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. “DVV’s agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. They’ve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, we’ll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no