Adrian Ivashkov Novels & Stories

This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it. That's utterly impossible. “It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face. “This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him. Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

“You are not strong enough for this now.” Lucas gave him a cold look. “You do not get to decide how much truth I can survive.” A silence fell between them. Then Adrian said, “There was a man named Daniel Voss.” Lucas’s mouth went dry. The name landed inside him like a stone dropped into deep water. “Voss,” he whispered. Adrian nodded once. “He worked in legal investigations. Years ago, he found records that could damage men who were building businesses across Varna City.”

Once Adrian moved out of the way I caught sight of who it was. Ivan. “What is he doing here?” I spat. Adrian looked at me confused before looking back at Ivan. “Him?” He said pointing at the bastard behind him, “He’s Ava’s cousin and I invited him here.” Adrian replied as he took a seat across from me. “I hope it's not too much trouble that I’m here.” The person in question said. “How’s Sienna?” He asked Adrian. “That is none of your business.” I gritted my teeth, before Adrian could respond. “Shall we start.” Ivan gave me an irritated look but didn’t say much.

I walked slowly as to keep pace with Adrian as we made our way over to everyone else. "Everyone, this is Adrian Ivashkov. He's Tatiana's great-nephew and will be working as a liaison between us and the queen. He'll be staying with us here for the time being. Both Roza and I have verified his intentions." Dimitri introduced. Olena stepped forward to embrace Adrian, and Yeva gave him a quick smile in greeting. Sonja gave a slight half wave while Mason and Eddie gave the standard solemn nod. Everyone else, who were all in wolf form, gave a similar nod, though Paul and Viktoria accompanied their movement with a gently wagging tail.

He was fucking with her from across the courtyard, "That must sting so bad..." "Shut the fuck up, Belov," Adrian growled and was about to go to war for Shay, but Shay reacted first. She turned to look at him and told him to stay put with just one look. Adrian obeyed. "Oh, don't be salty. I will teach you more," Ivan continued, not taking this seriously at all. And why should he? He skipped practice for days and he still got number one by doing nothing except standing perfectly still. Not letting anything shake him, not even Shay's strongest pulse, the kind that had pinned other people to the ground.

The man lowered his weapon slowly. Not in surrender. In deliberation. "My name is Adrian Volkova," he said. His accent was American. Educated. The accent of someone who'd grown up far from Prague, far from this darkness. "And I'm going to tell you something that's going to change everything." Dominic kept his weapon raised. "I don't care who you are."

STEVENS POV "Mads paid a massive amount of gold pack resources to secure Bartosz a place at the elite warrior trial grounds in the Frostfang Capital," Ulrich Andersen chuckles low under his breath, leaning back in his heavy wooden chair. "He got expelled from the last pack territory. Hopefully, he can learn some actual alpha restraint up north without burning the training barracks down." A sharp pang of longing twists through my chest. I really miss Bartosz. The youngest Andersen brother was always full of life, reckless, and funny. He made the big, silent stone fortress of the Silverclaw Citadel feel a little less like a terrifying military cage.

“I’m letting you know that you are nobody without your father.” Her voice dropped. “You need us.” Adrian leaned in just enough that she felt it. “No,” he said quietly. “I needed time. You gave me leverage.” Her breath hitched. “You think you can just do as you like without consequences?” “I think,” he replied, “that you forget that I am ADRAIN VOLKOV.” Her face contored into fear, she forgot who he is because of her father's backing. “You---You never plan to coporate from the beginning.”

Romnick whispered, "Oh, this man has chosen death." Aiva nodded. "Respect." Adrian ignored them. His eyes remained on Cinthye. "I lied about everything else." That was honest. She appreciated honesty. Today she wanted answers. "Who are you?" The smile wiped off his face. The actor looked away, quietly answered. "My real name isn't Adrian Reyes." Adrian begins. "My name is Adrian Voss." "What?" "We probably heard wrong." Damien's voice came out dangerously calm. Adrian swallowed. "My father was your uncle."