Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 3 Nikolai Novels & Stories

“If we don’t stay united, the soldiers might begin to rebel and we all know what that means,” “Dmitri and Vladimir were more than just bosses to me, they were the brothers I never had. And trust me, I don’t mind going after Alessio alone if we can’t do it together,” Armen chipped in. Nikolai sauntered into the living room, surprising everyone. The last I heard of him was that he was in Europe because he didn’t want to be a part of the mafia even though he was a dangerous and skilled fighter. “Nikolai, you’re here,” Ariel regarded him.

"The b-aby. He hit the baby." He propped my back against the wall, returning to the guard. "I gave Marcus instructions... Didn't he give them to you?" The guard's gaze dropped from Nikolai to me. "Isn't she a first grade criminal?" Nikolai's claws bared without hesitation, and in an instant warm blood splattered across my face. I rose my gaze up to meet his. The guard's eyes had a look of horror in them, and the space where his throat should have been was empty.

Nikolai shoved her behind him against the wall. Three men burst into view at the top of the stairs—black tactical gear, balaclavas, rifles raised. Not his men. One sighted down his barrel. Nikolai fired twice—controlled, center mass. The man dropped, rifle clattering. The second charged down the stairs. Nikolai met him halfway—knife flashing, brutal efficiency. Hand-to-hand in the narrow space. A grunt. A wet sound. The attacker slumped. The third grabbed Lila from behind as she tried to aim—arm like iron around her throat, gun pressed cold to her temple.

Mercy wasn’t something I’ve ever believed in and I wasn’t going to start now. “Well at least it wasn’t thirty, right?” Nikolai said from the pillar he rested against, a maniacal smile on his face as he flipped his blade across his extended claws. I wasn’t surprised by his retort. As my Gamma, he was in charge of the soldiers’ training, but sometimes, he acted like a pup on a constant sugar rush. “Now’s not the time for jokes, Nikolai,” Killian barked from his position beneath the throne. I could sense the hostile energy coming from the both of them and it forced my hand.

Her eyes moved from my face to the half dead man and she cried at the sight of him. “You wanted to know who I am Lily, well this is who I am... I am Nikolai fucking Vladimir, Leader of Bratva, second son of Russia most deadliest man, ruler of all underlings and I am not terrified to tear down any organization who dares to challenge me. Trained from the very young age of 8 on how to use a gun, kill-count is 93...”, I took out a gun from behind my pants and shot the prisoner on the forehead, “...94”, I counted.

he said surly, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Nico ignored his gripe. His even gaze flicked to Olivia and he slightly nodded in greeting. She barely responded with a faint acknowledgement. Some resentment flared in her when she remembered how he stood by and did nothing about Connor. Nico inclined his head respectfully. “A message came, Don. From Viktor Sokolov.” Nero’s chewing slowed. He set the half- drunk glass of orange juice down, his fingers rubbing together like he was idly brushing off the crumbs of the tart he was eating from his hand.

“Minimal intel. The place has been scrubbed from any records. But we do know it’s heavily fortified.” Of course it fucking was. “Then we make them open the doors for us,” Nikolai said, his voice deceptively calm. His hazel eyes gleamed with something dark. Something that promised blood. “We get inside, and we don’t leave until they’re dead.” “No survivors,” Nial added. His voice was quiet. Controlled. But I knew him. Knew what that restraint meant. It meant he was already planning the massacre. I looked at Nadei. He met my gaze, his expression unreadable. But his fingers twitched. His pulse was a steady drum. He wanted to kill.

He had the strength of a hundred wolves and was called the Bull by rival packs. To be honest, Killian wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but he was the strongest fighter any Alpha could seek for and his loyalty was unending. "Greetings, Alpha." Dan said, rising from his knees. "I didn't tell you to rise!" I barked at him. An innocent smile appeared on his face but I wasn't fooled by it. I could read the animosity through the false mildness he displayed. "My apologies," He said, returning back to his knees.

“Sure. What’d you want to talk about?” “You know why we’re here.” Liam stands with his back leaning against the wall, his attention on his nails as he cleans them with one shifted claw. “We want your help. You’re an amazing warrior. We just want you fighting on our side.” “And what would make me want to help a couple of ass pirates and two alphas that are run by a pair of dykes each?”

Nikolas I had yet to bring myself to send a message to Piotr requesting help. I did not want to impose, nor did I want him to prove his friendship. I believe if indeed he planned on helping, he would send me a letter, and the fact that I was yet to receive any from him, I believed it was all talk. I was impressed with what Ingham and Grant did in Timber. The werewolf engineers replicated the weapons we bought and even made exceptional modifications.