How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

“Ivan, spare me!” “No, one pack a day. You haven’t drunk today’s portion!” Victor’s body was always weak, and due to his physical constitution, he had a weaker immunity system. Besides, the level of estrogen in his body was unstable, so Ivan could only serve as his bodyguard cum nanny. Summer smiled and looked at both Ivan and Victor. Honestly, this was pretty good too.

"How could they all just disappear like that?!" Ivan didn't say a word but stood still, his gaze fastened on the place where they had been standing. There was something dangerous in his expression, something calculating. "She's powerful," he muttered, as if mostly to himself and not really in answer to my question. His lips curled into a bitter smirk. "Too powerful. More powerful than even I am." Finally, he turned to me, and his eyes were cold. "And if she won't stand by my side, then she has to die."

As soon as I tell Ivan that I need him inside of me, he pulls his boxers off. Fuck, he is mouthwatering. Chiseled abs, an Adonis “v,” and his fucking hard…calves. Who the hell am I kidding? His dick is fucking EVERYTHING. Higher end of average in length but fucking THICK. Damn.

Nikolai was useful. “Ivan was a dumb fuck,” I explained, “desperate to be in this world, but he didn’t understand it. He wanted power without knowing how to hold it. That makes him weak. And I don’t work with weak men. You, though? You know exactly how to hold power, don’t you, Nikolai?” He didn’t answer, but his silence wasn’t challenging, no, it was calculation. I’d seen it a hundred times. “That’s why we should do business.”

He smiled, eyes flashing. “I walked through the planes while you slept. There are eyes watching us. But let them come. We will show them who guards the Goddess.” Mikhail Chernov took a step forward and made the ground tremble. His body was like a living wall, claws that looked forged in metal. He lifted a tree trunk with one hand and crushed it effortlessly. “This strength… is not just raw power. It is the weight of responsibility.” Ivan Volkov was calmer, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. He took a deep breath and spoke with the voice of one who already knew destiny:

Ivy is five foot four inches of pure magical strength, but I'm trygin to make this guy feel ridiculous. "No, she was definitely taller than five foot," he scoffs, but I can tell he's starting to feel embarrassed, "I swear, man, she was strong. And big. Five-ten or five-eleven, easily. And... sturdy. Burly. Fat, even." Right, dude. Sure. "Well, that makes a lot more sense," I respond with a smile and tap his side again, harder. He tries his hardest not to move, "I was confused as to how a little girl managed to do that to you. You look damn strong... you lift?"

Shay spat out and looked up at him, "You just have a lot more experience than me. I've never had the chance to spar with someone so strong before." "Hm," Belov smiled, probably loving to be called strong, "Would you like to be on my level?" Shay rolled her eyes in exasperation at such arrogance, but... was it completely unfounded? No. Ivan was probably the strongest Nereu in here. So, Shay nodded. "Then I'll take you there. I'll coach you," Belov decided, then walked away while Shay was still processing that information.

His cheek burned from the pain and a red imprint grew in its place. “You…” Michael raised his head wildly and looked at Ivan, breathing heavily. That b*stard. Was he not using too much strength? Did he not know how to hold back a little? Yet Ivan could not be bothered. He turned around and asked Lana, “Goddess of War, look here. Is this amount of strength appropriate?” “Not bad! Just make sure to keep up the good work!” Lana nodded her head. Michael’s guts turned into knots. That was why Ivan had purposely used more strength—it was to see if the Goddess of War was satisfied with it.

If my enemies get wind of it, they will want to use her to get to me, and if my men find out, they will lose whatever respect they had for me. In the bratva, to be respected, you must prove to your men that you can be trusted and ruthless when necessary. That is why we do not depend on fickle emotions such as love. “You are being too hard on her and yourself.” A voice says from beside me and I don't have to turn around to know it's Ivanov. I don't bother responding to him as I storm away to my office. But as always, Ivanov follows close behind me. “Why are you doing this?” Ivanov asks once I'm settled behind my desk.

His fists clenched. “Who else is working with him?” Rafael asked. The man paused. “Is it someone inside?” Viktor pressed. A flicker in his eyes. “Could be.” “Name,” Ivan demanded. Silence. Ivan stepped forward, smacking his face again even harder than before. "I've got enough time in the world for this." The man scoffed, spitting out blood. "You should add more strength to your fists. I stepped forward, directly infront of him, my eyes cold as ice. “This is your last chance. Name.”