How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

Beta Ivan shared his idea and looked back again at the sky. "I admit, we cannot defeat the Alpha even if all the Blackwood Pack, me, and you team up to attack him. Alpha Vincent is ten times larger than us, stronger than us, and in his ability, he can invade a pack and win a single battle alone. But I already have an idea of how to defeat him. We need to weaken him, weaken his mind and his body. Weaken his mind due to betrayal and for the body is..." "Is?" I supplied and I felt my heart start to beat crazy.

Angry Ivan is very scary and dangerous. " So you are doubting at me that I fucked someone else?" She questioned and Ivan clenched his jaw. " You better know. look Rebecca, if you want some financial help then I can help you but don't pull this dirty trick on me because trust me the day I will find out that you are lying to me then I swear to god, I myself will kill you and this bloody dirt which you are carrying in your dirty abdomen and throwing this stigma at me," His venomous sentence were telling how much bad he is and how brutally he can punish someone who ditch him.

Vladimir raised his hands in mock surrender earning a glare from me. “Considering the fact that she tried to kill me twice in less than a week, I think I can already guess that she has a dark side” Viktor nudged my shoulder. “In my defense, you kidnapped me” “And in my defense, I have two sons who are idiots, and a daughter-in-law who is going crazy with them” Ivan said walking toward us. I smiled seeing that the man seemed to be getting a lot better, he was trying to cope at least. I wouldn’t deny the pain that we all saw through his eyes, but we all knew that with time, even he would be able to fully heal from this heartbreak.

“Seriously. You just told me everything I need to know about him. He does no strings, full stop. I do no strings until I find someone who’s strong enough to deal with my…quirky personality trait.” My best friend’s lips curved. “Ivan’s kind of intense.” “Kind of?” I raised my eyebrows. “I have no idea what he’s doing. We don’t really know each other.” An image of his hands trailing up my thighs hits me. “Except physically. Physically, we’re very well acquainted.” “Just…be careful. I know I said it yesterday, but I mean it. Ivan is a lot like Aaron. Maybe worse. If he wants something, he’s not going to stop until he gets it.”

He said. “Get out of the way, Ivan.” “No, I’m not stepping away from here. Tell them to back up, or are you going to hurt your son, Father?” He asked without a single fear in him. Ivan was the only person aside from me—before I was broken and forced to obey—that wasn’t scared of him. He would say whatever he liked and wouldn’t get touched by it. “Ivan! I’ve always thought you were strong, but now I can see that you’re nothing but a weak spine. Are you taking her side over your family? Tell me, how good is her cunt that you’re doing this?” He asked, and I let out a horrified gasp.

Maybe a life with Reed wouldn't be all that bad. I heard a bone crack to my left and shook my head to get the thoughts of Reed out of my head. I was still pissed at him for growling at me, and was now annoyed at myself for daydreaming about taking him as a submate. I needed to distract myself. I crossed the room to where the punching bags were and saw Ivan, a Sigma and one of the largest in my pack, with two other Sigmas. While he was shorter than Reed by a couple of inches, he was even more muscular. In the human world, Ivan would have won every body building competition he entered. The sleeves were cut off of his his white shirt, giving me a full view of the powerful arms he was using to

"You think that's fine? You think being reckless is somehow strength?" Jason's eyes sharpened slightly, anger cutting through the fever haze. "Not reckless. Just—" "Just what? Just destroying yourself because you're too proud to admit you need help?" Ivan leaned over him, his hands braced on either side of Jason's shoulders. "I'm tired of watching you act like you're invincible. Like hiding everything makes you strong." "Better than being weak," Jason shot back, his voice gaining strength even as his body remained limp against the bed. "This is weak," Ivan said flatly. "Lying, hiding, collapsing—that's not power, Jason. That's surrender."

Anna “Goddammit.” I’m muttering under my breath, but I’m pretty sure my driver for today—Ivan—still hears it. Not that I care. I’m busy freaking out over the giant hickey Viktor left on my neck. “‘I can mark you however the fuck I want.’” I mimic Viktor’s voice as I fish through my bag for my coverup. Thank God I keep a stash of makeup on hand for emergencies. “‘I have no regard for your professional life. Look at me; I’m big, bad Viktor Ivanov: I’ll just throw money at you because I’m a big, powerful man who simply must pee all over his territory.’”

According to Igor and the men outside the apartment where I was staying, Dimitri Alexeev had the authority to make decisions on behalf of their ultimate boss, Ivan Volkov. Truth be told, Ivan Volkov scared me to my bones. Not only because he looked like he could kill someone simply by staring at them for longer than five seconds, but also because my brother had told me about him. Anatoly had told me stories, and let me tell you, they were not the kind of stories a faint-hearted person could handle. He painted a picture of a man who wielded power like a weapon, whose very presence commanded fear and respect in equal measure. And I should avoid crossing paths with him, he had told me, at any d

It is not easy to fight people who always have their pockets full, especially those like Carlos who have numerous assets and hold on to high ranks, such as the government. He can trample on him with just a flick of his finger and lose everything he has now. And that was one of the things Ivan wanted to remind his friend. He wanted to give it a warning about the man in front of them now. Maybe it just looks limp and soft according to the two of them, but just like he told them before you won't like it either, when he reacts. He could do more than punch, kick, or beat. That's why, even though Ivan is full of him, he just restrains himself and he just swallows the hatred he feels for the young