Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 3 Nikolai Novels & Stories

Nikolai whispered into my skin. His voice was terrifyingly quiet, dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrated straight through my ribs. The dark, lethal promise in his words was absolute—cold as forged steel and heavy as grave dirt. "I don't care about his bombs," Nikolai rumbled softly, his thumb tracing the line of my trembling jawline. "I don't care about his city or his trade routes. If Yaroslav Dnipro takes one step toward you again, I will tear that man apart with my own hands before I let him breathe the same air as you."

and I realised he had picked up on my apprehension. Alpha Cillian, his red hair and blue eyes standing out underneath the fire torches was waiting for me, a red-eyed Zeke next to him. Dressed in all black, they resembled a firing squad. Maddox whistled under his breath at the glares radiating from Zeke. “Sure about this?” “No turning back now,” Nikolai replied grimly as he nodded at our sombre welcome party.

I say trying to sound as confident as I can afterall I've gone through lots of things nothing could be worse, The door opens and behold I am shocked as I walk in to see various young people packing up sealing and taking drugs of different kinds but I could sniff out two to be precise, "Cocaine …" "You know it?" I nod in response to her question as she smiles walking away from me, "Wait …, what am I to do? And I do not know your name care to share?" "We do not make friends here Nikita but I'm maud and you will know what to do if truly you are a soldier material like I was told"

She stared out at it, but all she could see was the reflection of the truth she now carried. She thought of Valerian’s kindness, his silence, the strange protectiveness he showed her. Was it all built on the same blind hatred that kept this war alive? Was she safe… or just useful? And that girl, Serena. What kind of life had she been pulled into? What kind of man was Alexandro really, if he had survived so much and still sought peace? “Why does Valerian have to be so stubborn?” Nivera asked aloud. Martha came to stand beside her. “Because revenge is easier than grief.”

the guy reported and the so called commander burst out laughing " What do you think Nikolai? It was pretty easy to locate him " the man boasted. " Scar,I would suggest you celebrate after you capture him. You never know who's lurking in the darkness protecting him. A man like that will never walk without security and talk less of exposing his whereabouts " Nikolai said, his voice neutral. You could sense the dread and fear in his heart. He couldn't help but curse his brother. How could he let such a walking weapon roam the streets? Was he so eager to have the country torn down by rebels?

“You weren’t supposed to survive. You weren’t supposed to come back.” I smiled then. Slow. Sharp. “Maybe I didn't. Maybe I came back for you, Mila.” She gasp and shook her head, breathing uneven, fear radiating off her like heat. For a moment, I saw her for what she really was—not powerful, not confident. Just a coward with blood on her hands. Then— The door creaked again. Mila flinched hard and whipped her head around. Nick stood in the doorway, his golden Alpha eyes glowing like molten fire. Behind him, Josh and Rose lingered, silent and watchful. His presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating.

Nikolai I should have prepared for this and listened to Kai, but I upped and walked into enemy territory out of sheer fucking anger. Alder Grey, Gamma from the IronCrest Pack, has had it out for me the last few months, and by killing three of my bookies, he’s succeeded in luring me out of BloodCrest territory. And into his fucking hands.

I will never invite again after this. Ivory Evans I rolled my eyes when I saw Leon texting me asking where I am. I replied to him only with 3 letters which is BAR. He's annoying, how can he scold me like that? I'm not 3, I'm 23 years old. He suddenly called me and I pressed the red button. He kept calling me again and again. I ended up pressing the green button and put him on speaker. "Which bar?" He asked. "No need to know!" I hissed.

His violent nature and unsatiated ambition have always kept him on my ‘to be wary of’ list. Nikolai clears his throat from his position opposite me. He has a physique similar to me, bulk-wise, but he’s more calm like Kai, probably due to the camouflage he excels at. His glasses make him appear sharp, smart, but they don’t hide the intensity of his foxlike eyes I smirk internally. “Do you have something for us, Roman Petrov?” Morozov asks in his serene, but very noticeable Russian accent. he’s also as old but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers.

I could feel the rough texture of a bandage under his shirt. He slowly released his hand. I turned around, my back against the cold concrete wall. Nikolai stood there. He looked like a ghost that had crawled out of the grave. His face was scarred, his arm was indeed in a makeshift sling, and his eyes were burning with a terrifying, protective fire. He wasn't the billionaire. He wasn't the husband. He was a soldier. "You're alive," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and relief I couldn't explain.