Adrian Ivashkov Novels & Stories

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

Ivan walked toward me, standing by my side as we both looked at the two of them. “Didn’t he just say that he didn’t want to talk to her?” Ivan asked. I raised my hand, stopping Ivan, looking at the two of them, wanting to hear what he had to say. Romanov leaned down against her forehead, not touching her as he let his lips brush against it gently.

They pretended that Isaac’s mother didn’t stay here and on top of all Margaret didn’t even seem to greet me while she had been polite a few weeks ago. I puffed out a weary breath as I compelled myself to concentrate. The Shadow Pack’s alpha: Caius Tenebris had succeeded as the alpha after killing his father in a challenge. Well, that’s…something. This guy seemed to be our age and was as popular as Isaac. I looked up from the file. Was this the reason for rivalry?

“Give me a good challenge next time.” Saying that he walked away. Isaac was already waiting for him in the car. As much as he wanted to see Roman’s face Adrian was right to think that Roman shouldn’t know that the Ivanovs were with him just yet. It would be an absolute surprise which would come in handy later. But Isaac did help him knock out all of those guards and the 5 men who were waiting for a meeting. He was actually so exhilarated that he knocked out men after men without any hint of fatigue. Adrian didn’t even have to do much since Isaac was going on like an animal.

“You’re the reason we’ve been able to keep the peace. You’re a true leader.” Donovan smiled, basking in their praise, feeling the camaraderie that bound them together. “I appreciate all of you. It’s not just about me; it’s about all of us. Together, we’re stronger.” As he watched the video of the inciter’s failed attempt to rally the factions against him, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, he had established a network of loyal allies, ensuring that his reign would not be easily threatened.

She gulped, getting pissed that Ivan was blackmailing her. Ivan was yet another example of men lying and cheating to get what and where they wanted. Liz never knew he was like that until now. He’d showed her his true face. First, Drake and now Ivan… Then there was Adrian. He was so different from these two men who have lied to her, cheated her and hurt her. Ivan shook her hard enough her head snapped back. “Your man, Adrian Moore isn’t who he pretends to be.” “You leave Adrian out of this,” she snarled, barely able to restrain herself when he brought Adrian up.

My mouth dropped open, breath catching somewhere between fury and disbelief as I stared down at him on his knees, suit jacket straining across his shoulders. "You... what? Ivan's fine? You faked a coma? Lied to his family? Made me sit in that hospital watching his mother pray while you played puppet master?" Adrian nodded slow, not breaking eye contact, hands resting loose on his thighs now. "I paid them well. Ivan understood once he knew. He's resting at a private clinic now, full salary through recovery, bonus for the trouble. His family's taken care of house paid off, college funds for his sister.

, When Ivan continued to look at him with sadness in his eyes , Adrian lastly talked carefully and with love in his voice . " Mummy are you okay with it? " , When Ivan turned his attention to me , all l did was nodding my head but l inwardly didn't know whether it was possible . Adrian was a bit different from all the billionaires l do know . Most of them are tough and arrogant but he was cool . At my response , we silently started to walk out of the room.

Thus, the two shared common goals, and Ivan knew Rufus would not ignore his request. Even though Adrian was a Grandmaster from Silverboa, Leafall belonged to Rufus now. Rufus was Grandmaster himself and commanded at least five Grandmasters under him. They would surely be able to force Adrian to retreat. However, Ivan was not a fool or as immature as his son. He did not intend to kill Adrian there. A Grandmaster like Adrian, who was placed within the ranks of Quintin's forces, would also hold a significant position. Thus, it was impossible to directly kill Adrian. Even if it were possible, he would not dare to do it. He just wanted Rufus to use his influence to make Adrian withdraw from this