Fyodor X Nikolai Novels & Stories

“My friend can’t stop talking about you.” Sasha rolled his eyes, laughing. Further back, the Kovalenkos emerged like a front of ice. Fidor, with his usual elegance, tilted his head toward Dmitry and then toward Susan. “Dmitry. Susan. May the night find you prepared.” But Nikita could not contain his venom: “Showing off your witch as a trophy, Dmitry? Brave… or simply an idiot?” Before Dmitry could respond, Fidor slowly turned to his son. “Nikita. Shut your mouth.”

Isabella would occasionally pass by to check whether or not I was dead, I assume, but Yaroslav seemed to have gone MIA. “It seems like the little Luna has been busy” Nikolay said, smiling at me. I smiled back and nodded. Despite the man being who he was, and despite everything going on; the man had the humor and gentle side that would make anyone smile. I didn’t know about his bad side, but I sure as hell didn’t want to see it.

Cyrus stepped even closer. “Your mind is not here,” he said quietly. “It is with him.” “That is not true.” “It is.” I scoffed. “You do not know anything about me.” “I know enough.” Before I could respond, Nikolai finally spoke. “You like to push people,” he said calmly, looking at Cyrus. “But you push too far.” Cyrus glanced at him briefly. “And you are enjoying the situation.” Nikolai did not deny it. “I am enjoying observing it.”

“He would indeed love the boy. He is all he has left of the boy’s mother and he loved her more than life itself. When she died, he went a little crazy.” He had given her a lot to think about. She still had so many questions. She got up and moved over to the window overlooking the courtyard. Without turning to face him she asked, “What is the man Nikoli like? Is he a good man?” Yuri threw his pen down on the desk. “Nikoli is a good man. Some men don’t understand that about him. He knows how to be tough while being fair in his justice.” “He’s Bratva too, then?”

Frederick said, laughing, and King Aleksander interrupted him. "Well, as everyone can see, Nikolas has his eyes, and his mother was Mathias's wife. There is also no record of Mathias disowning or rejecting her baby. You chose to dismiss all that and still tried to disqualify Nikolas," Aleksander said, and Frederick growled.

He hissed and I frowned again. “Because she's his mate Your Graces, and Nikolai here likes his pussies tight. He's lost his marbles over the fucking bastard,” Igor rattled on beside me and I swung my hand to connect with a crack against his face before I could stop myself, making everyone gasp. “Nikolai! Stop him! Your Highness!” The elders screeched as the sound of their seats scraping across the floor bruised my ears, but I was too far gone already, slamming the blonde man up against the wall and grinding my elbow under his jaw.

Vladimir stalked closer, the rocket launcher a breathing entity on his shoulder. “This madness is over. Let the girl go.” His voice held onto it a rough edge, one that was fucking cutting. I felt a tremor running through Lorenzo’s body. “This has nothing to do with you, Papa,” Nikolai called out. His father eyed him with such a disappointed look that I felt it deep in my bones. He said something in Russian that made Nikolai’s whole body grow limp. He lowered his gun, his shoulders slumping, then slowly walked towards his father.

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.

Nikolai leaned toward his friends, eyes sparkling, voice dropping like he was sharing a delicious secret. “You know what?” he said. “What?” Yaroslav asked. Nikolai smiled. “Italy is going to be…” he paused dramatically, “…interesting.” He didn’t say why. He didn’t say what he’d found on the laptop. He didn’t say what name had burned itself into his mind. Damian Blackwell. The kids just laughed, thinking he meant pizza. Only Nikolai knew better. And the adults watching him, the ones who understood power and danger, kept their faces blank…

As useless as ever, I stood and watched. "I won't give you an out." He hissed. "The both of you insulted me in front of everyone. I will do the same. I want the King of Mozog and Fire at my feet. Kneel." Xillian hissed. Nikolai let out a growl and one by one, I saw thousands men in armour run towards us in background. "Leave no Ovzdusian alive," Nikolai growled out his command and in the next second, I saw one warrior behead a woman.