Alex Volkov Book Character Novels & Stories

As Max followed his boss back down the alley between abandon warehouses for what felt like the twentieth time for the day, he found himself stepping in his own show impressions in the dirt until he ran smack into Volkov, “fuck, sorry boss,” Max mumbled when Alexander twisted to give Max a questioning look. “Something on your mind Max,” he grumbled, and the fair-haired sharpshooter stuffed his hands into his pockets and shrugged, “just a little distracted boss, she’s great right?” Max said with pride and Volkov turned around to face Max with his arms crossed over his chest, “she is definitely one of a kind Max, and to be candid, every time I think she may disappoint me I am more than pleasant

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

KOL It was becoming impossible to ignore: Diego Alvarez was the primary reason Kol was actually surviving Physics. Nearly three weeks had passed since that blurred night at the Duplex, and in that time, the star captain of the Austin Wolves had become a permanent fixture at Kol's table in the Austin State Library. Diego was a surprisingly solid study partner. He was brilliant in a way that felt effortless—which was frankly infuriating—and Kol had managed to pull an A on his last midterm because of him. Since math had always been Kol's Achilles' heel, he’d practically swallowed his pride to ask Diego to keep the sessions going. To his shock, Diego hadn’t missed a single one of their "library

“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

My eyes landed on the dedication page. ‘Dedicated to my Mate, Juliana.’ I traced the letters with a small smile. Love was truly a powerful thing. I turned the page, and the tone of the book shifted instantly: This book is written for all, Human and Werewolf. My name is Alexander Volkov.

"Define them." "The Volkov Bratva wants the ledger reduced to ashes," Luca begins, tapping a finger against the cracked leather cover. "Sergei Volkov knows that whatever Alexei documented in these pages is enough to eradicate the Russian foothold on the East Coast permanently. They don’t want leverage, they want destruction. And they’ll slaughter anyone standing between them and the fire."

I know him or rather his name sounds familiar. Mikhail Volkov. He’s a member of the Bratva and a member of the four reapers. I’ve not heard good stories about him and Mikhail is known to be the most unhinged one from all four of them. They are all known to be ruthless, but Mikhail is just out of this world. “I…” “You’re stalling, get down. Now.” His voice is cold and intimidating and I don’t know when my hands move and I open the car door, stepping out from the car.

What surprised me the most, though, was that the leader of the filthy rogues was holding a book. I tried to ignore it and continued cleaning, but I couldn't help stealing glances to see what kind of book Alexei was reading. When I reached the floor near where he was sitting, I managed to catch a glimpse of the book's cover. It was above average for a normal reader, a book with a touch of poetic view and deep meanings. I couldn't help but smirk and silently mock Alexei Carisi.

The way they smelled, musk and danger and something wild that made the hair on her neck stand up. Werewolves. An entire room full of them, pretending to be civilized men in expensive suits. Her targets sat at the center table, naturally. The Volkov brothers didn't do anything by halves. Alexei Volkov commanded the space without effort. Six-four and built like violence, with black hair slicked back from a face that belonged on a Renaissance painting, if Renaissance painters had specialized in beautiful monsters. His suit probably cost more than a luxury car, charcoal grey and tailored within an inch of its life. But it was his eyes that made her pulse kick despite her training. Pale grey, alm