Fyodor X Nikolai Novels & Stories

“Nikolai I’m your family and have stoo by you all this years.” Nikolai sneered. “You are a rapists and no rapists is a family of mine” Nikolai looked from Aria to Yuri and then to me. “Don’t get blood on the ceiling and the walls. It’s takes alot of effort to repaint.” “Nikolai! You can’t do this to me!” Yuri begged, he even fell forward and clutched Nikolai feet. “I beg you.” But Nikolai narrowed his eyes. “Let me go.” And when yuri didn’t let go, Nikolai grabbed him by the collar and threw him away from himself.

The two ladies scattered until it was just Konstantin, Yuliy and me before we all sighed. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Ebony. My name is Yuliy Nikiforov.” Yuliy said as he stretched his hand with a warm smile. Yuliy didn’t have a Russian accent; his tongue was gentle and light. It sounded like he was European and it made me wonder what a beautiful grey eyed man was doing with a strange man like Sergio and his dysfunctional family. Handling Konstantin was a handful, stuck with anyone related to him would be national crisis.

Fido said. Vladimir Sokolov’s eyes flashed. His eyes grew as cold as an avalanche as He pinned Fido under a dominant gaze. His aura screamed authority as He chuckled. “You are speaking about History. Vladimir Sokolov is going to erase not only their history but their future from New York City as well, Fido!” Fido flared his nose and stood up. He nodded at him. “Are you threatening me, Vladimir?” “No, Fido. On the contrary, I am telling you what I am going to do to the Whole Mexican Clan!” Vladimir’s icy voice for a moment froze Fido. “Diego's end is going to be worse than anyone who has ever died in his family.”

“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.

It was hardly a question this time. Kilvic could easily disagree, but having had similar encounters with the boy, he knew it had to be an answer he would believe if he was to avoid continued pestering. “I would say—” “Fyodan,” Gyra’s voice scolded from somewhere inside the room before he stepped out a moment later in his uniform trouser and an unbuttoned shirt revealing his torso. “Stop trying to provoke the boy.” Fyodan ignored Kilvic almost immediately and turned his dimpled smile on the head student. “But it’s so much fun,” he whined. “And I still haven’t gotten a reaction out of him.”

Werewolf warrior princes, like Nikolai, had brief childhoods. Despite Beatrice protests, Niķolai had been training hard alongside his father since he was a child, and he’d been taught to be fierce and ruthless to his enemies. Contrary to what Akari had said, he never broke a treaty unless grievously provoked by the Federation, and when the Federation launched Operation Victory, he was the Battle Commander of all their forces. He had thrown the logistical futility of attempting such a massive invasion along such unmaintainable distances back in their faces and shoved it down their collective throat.

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.