Dxd Irina Novels & Stories

“You will have to find another wolf to feed off of. When we get to the office make up whatever excuse you can, but play Iris. She is so trusting, I am sure we can play her.” “What if she has been reborn?” Ingrid asks. “If that were true, she would not be as nice to me as to give you a second chance. She would kill us. We are not children,” Daria tells her. “So you think she is none the wiser?” Ingrid starts getting ready. “I think you better lay it on thick today,” Daria tells her. In the office, Iris plays the video for Darius and Ingrid. “Explain,” Darius demands.

But she already met Alderon, the human wizard. “Ellaine?” Finrod stared at her, “You’re an.. elf?” The first thing she did was feel her ears. Yes, it was pointy just as any elf. But if she’s an elf and she can cast spells.. “You’re confused, Inwë?” Her opponent stood up with great effort. “That is because that Hristoax is both of elf and witch birthright. The one who possesses it shall be the first one to retain familial blood at the same time acquiring witch birthright.” She wiped the blood at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.”That one should be mine!”

Irene’s POV My grip tightened around the phone. “I’m doing it for Mom. There’s nothing to be happy about.” She chuckled dryly over the phone, and suddenly the air going through my lungs felt stuffy, like dust. I hated it. My reaction to her. “You’re too modest, dear. Damian Russo is the most important man in the city. I bet you don’t watch the news.” “You’d be lucky to have him. Your future and kids will thank you for it.”

Faye replies. "I know," Irina says quietly. "I have been hearing about you for thirty years." Then she looks at Nadia. "Dmitri's daughter." "Yes." "I knew him briefly," Irina says. "He was a good man who made bad choices." "The same as everyone in this story?" Nadia asks. Irina studies her for a moment. "Yes," she says. "Especially me." She steps aside and opens the door wider. "Come in. There is coffee. And there is a great deal to explain."

So who the fuck is he? "Don't you?" Damien....no, not Damien, whoever the hell he really was, leaned back, completely relaxed. "Let me help you remember. Your name is Irina Volkov. You're twenty-four years old. You live in apartment 412 in Tekstilshchiki, though I suspect you won't be going back there. Your stepfather is Viktor Volkov, a gambling addict who transferred his debts to you before you ran away two years ago. Five hundred thousand dollars. You've been paying it off slowly by running romance scams. I'm your seventh target this year, though you had others before. Should I continue?" Jesus christ!

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

I reply. “I am so happy for you. After Tatiana, I thought he would never find happiness with another woman, I am glad that you came along,” Irina says as she dances to the music. She must be already tipsy because Irina usually avoids mentioning Tatiana when I am around. Hearing her name being mentioned is like a slap in the face, I know it is absurd to be jealous of a dead woman but I can’t help to dislike her. I try to shake the feeling off, I am here, I am Dimitri’s wife, that is all that counts.

he said, pulling away slightly but not leaving me. I nodded. “Nero is a nice wolf. I don’t know what has gone wrong with his sister.” Darius pursed his lips and hugged me tightly again. After a while, he said, “Irina will be coming today.”

~Candy~ Axel examines my wounds furtively. "Who did this to you? Tell me right now, I swear to God I'm going to rip him apart!" My eyes fall on Irina who is quietly fuming behind Axel. Her jealousy is obvious, it emanates from every part of her body. "Oh, I'm fine by the way, thanks for asking!" she says, sarcastically. But even her harsh sarcasm isn't enough to draw her fiancé's interest.

The truth was, I didn’t know what to say because we hadn’t put a label on whatever this was between us. Irina’s eyes sharpened at my hesitation, the silence answering her question more than any words could. Her lips flattened into a thin line. “I see.” Heat creeped up my neck. “We care about each other. I know that for sure. But….it’s been complicated.” A sigh escaped her, full of tired disappointment. “Of course he hasn’t...” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to me. “Adrian Chevalier put you up for an organ run with Victor Mikhailov but you didn’t inform Sasha, knowing that they both don’t see eye to eye.” She comments, her Russian accent making me more nervous.