Dxd Irina Novels & Stories

What I couldn’t deal with was another hour of my stomach screaming louder than my brain. “Dax,” Inara said flatly, her voice as casual as if we were discussing the weather, “is one of the most ruthless Elites this academy has ever seen. He’s dangerous. People don’t even say his name out loud most of the time because they’re terrified he’ll hear it and show up.” I stopped dead in my tracks, chains clattering as I whipped around to face her. “Wait...what?! You mean that psycho who broke into my room is one of the top dogs here?!”

ADRIANA I spend the rest of the afternoon with Jenna, Irina, Sergei and Anatoli, we stroll a bit through town and tell each other stories about home and life there. Sergei is a carpenter in their pack and Irina helps at the day-care, she truly is a kind-hearted girl. Jenna and Anatoli are pretty invested in themselves, I know my friend well enough to just let her do her thing. She likes to flirt and play a bit with whoever her victim is, woman or man there is no discrimination between those two genders. She is all for equal opportunities.

And the woman was going to learn the way, one way or the other, no matter how much time it would take, that she wasn’t to mess with the Alpha of Alphas. All she had to do was find out that her replica wasn’t exactly the thing that she was looking for… ************************** “Dean, Viktor,” my sister, Irina said, smiling when she saw me entering the Estate. The fact that she was here was something that I did not expect, especially since I knew that she was supposed to be in Moscow with her mate for the next few months.

Her eyes widened for half a second, taking in the sheer size of him, the dangerous aura, the cold, unreadable expression before a slow, sly, absolutely predatory grin spread across her face. I sighed, still half-laughing. “Dax, let me go...” He didn’t. If anything, his arm tightened around me. Inara tilted her head, still grinning as she looked him up and down like she was mentally undressing him and judging his performance at the same time. “Well hello there,” she purred lazily while looking him over openly. “The terrifying Shadowfen mafia king himself.” Dax’s expression remained completely unreadable and honestly he looked one step away from regretting saving her.

It hardened. “Office. Now.” The brothers exchanged glances, the casual atmosphere evaporating instantly. In the office, Dmitry was already seated at the desk, phone in hand. He looked up at the two as they entered. “It’s not just a problem with hunters in the north,” he said in a low voice, tossing the phone to Sasha, who caught it in mid-air. “I received this message from Irina Vasiliev during dinner.” Alexei moved closer, reading over Sasha’s shoulder. As they read on, their faces grew darker.