Alisov Brothers Novels & Stories

Ha-Min was the only son of the family so, he supported both of his sister's husbands as well. "Big Brother, I am sorry. I am really sorry, please forgive them. They are children, they will not do this again." one of his sisters came forward and tried to touch his hand but he jerked back his hand even before she could touch it. "Yes, brother. I know we have failed you but I promise you that anything like this will never happen again." his other sister came forward as well while their husbands were being cowards in front of Oh Ha-Min. Just his one gesture and their career would fly away like they did not even exist.

She shot me a panicked look, and I nodded encouragingly, mouthing “You’ve got this.” But inside, my stomach twisted. Michael wasn’t just some random jerk; he was the beta’s son, heir to a position of power second only to the alpha. The beta, Elias, was a calculating man, always angling for more influence in the pack. Pairing his son with Nova—whose family had deep roots and valuable territory holdings—would solidify alliances, expand control. It was pack politics at its finest, or worst, depending on your perspective.

Isla begged “Let's keep her here, starve to death! That’s the price for doing bad things, Isla….” Damian mocked her “Sounds good! Let’s go outside and talk!” I told Damian “No, Please, no!” Isla said loudly “Oh, wait, before I forget! I need to tighten the rope and put the tape on her mouth,” Damian walked toward Isla “Fai, please help me! Fai, don’t you want to know Olivia’s secret?” Isla tried to persuade me

And soon we came up upon the elders gathering. "Go in, they're aware of your presence." The attendant ushered me in. The twelve elders were seated at their thrones, carved above the ground overlooking their subjects. Their faces hidden with hooded robes. It was said that an Alpha had the power over a pack, and the elders were the kingmakers. Self righteous pricks that they were. "Nikolai Rydor," The first elder announced my entrance begrudgingly. "It's ALPHA Nikolai to you." I took a seat.

Not only that, but they had a sneaking suspicion that the white ape also possessed Demigod-like strength. “Welcome, friends from all over the world.” One of the Russians walked to the shore, leaped into the air, and stood above the glacier’s iceberg. “Welcome to the God’s Tomb. It is an honor for us to be able to join you all to explore the tomb. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rolan Vasiliev. This is my brother, Luka Vasiliev. That white ape over there is our pet.” “They’re the Tsarist killer machines - the Vasiliev brothers.” Many veteran Demigods were astonished when they heard this name because these two were very famous.

Was my brother in love? THE END.

There were at the funeral, but with so many people in attendance, I didn’t recall speaking to them. “It has been too long, little one, but we are here now to help you grow stronger. It is time.” Alina says to me, and I nod my head at her and I smile. Movement from the side of me has me tense up. I slowly turn and my eyes widen comically, seeing the two gigantic men standing shoulder to shoulder. “Let me introduce you to two of our best. Igor and Ivan.” I look at these Russian Mountains. They are identical twins, well I say identical one has throat tattoos the other doesn’t but they have the same features, eye colour, and hair. Wow!

But then again, until just a few weeks ago, nobody even knew that Sveta Orlov existed. Stanislav was an old-school man who had dodged the KGB. It didn’t surprise me he could keep such things secret. And now he was dead. And in a few more days, my plans would be complete. I would let everyone know that I had married her. Then, I would be stepping into the old man’s shoes and combining the two Bratvas together. Krasnaya and Belaya—red and white—old foes back in Russia, brought under a single roof.

My arm, a possessive clasp around Eva’s slender waist, was a deliberate anchor, a visible symbol of a bond that was entirely manufactured. My eyes, however, weren't placated. They scanned the room, bypassing the nodding heads of Leonid Abramovich, Mikhail Vorontsov, and Andrei Chernenko – the Tenevaya Bratva elders, whose approval was crucial yet secondary to my true objective. My gaze cut through the swirling cigar smoke and the weight of their scrutiny, seeking one face and one face only. Giovanni Sokolov.

More importantly, where's Isaac’s immediate family? Little is known about this pack except that they had risen to fame and strength with Isaac. His looks and aura had intimidated even the most headstrong alphas. He had been the youngest alpha to be so successful and then two or so years ago, he just vanished. His influence didn’t lessen and despite jibes and barbs from several pack leaders, the Renaud pack did not waver or cower in front of them. Their beta, Marcus, became the face of the pack.