How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

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

I said, my voice barely a whisper. Ivan didn't flinch. "No. I am the man who loves you. And I am the man who has to make sure you understand how the world works. People like Marcus are fragile. They are easily broken. You, however, are a Volkov. Your actions have consequences that ripple out and destroy people who have nothing to do with your choices."

We would not show weakness. “Alpha Ivan, or should I just call you Ivan now?” The rogue that got out was huge. With how tall he stood in front of Dad, he may actually have been seven feet tall. He was built though. It wasn’t like he had been stretched out. The amount of muscle and power that was packed into him, made me wonder if he would even fit through any doors.

I had to step away before I do something stupid and give in to the urge to grab his collar and press my lips against his. “It’s so obvious you think too much of yourself.” “Is it? Then prove me wrong by following me home to do a simple assignment, prove me wrong by making it so obvious that I think too highly of myself.” “That’s a bait, Ivanov and I’m not taking it.” “Nah, it just shows that you’re a coward, and isn’t that really unbefitting for the almighty Lisa Volkov? I mean, what does failing this little challenge make you?”

I flinched by his abrupt action. He chuckled. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to check your energy core." He whispered and close his eyes. I stared at him in full curiosity. "Your powers are terrifyingly strong. You can kill with a snap of just a half boost of your powers, you can heal fatal diseases and save the lives of those who are extremely close to death." Ivan explained gently and opened his eyes slowly. I stared at him in wonder. How did he know all of this? I wasn't even aware myself.

"Would it really?" "I would not want you falling helplessly in love with me, Lukan. Because once my wolf claims you like that, you would become a complete addict, begging at my den door for more." Ivanov lifts a rough cloth to his face, trying to mask that arrogant smirk—the exact one that drives a phantom arrow straight through my defenses. "Do not flatter your inner beast so much." He gives me a cocky, powerful shrug. "I have been told my touch is like a dark herb, completely addictive."

Fucking Ivan. I’d known him for years. The bastard rose through the Bratva ranks carving a path of bodies and broken deals. Ruthless didn’t even begin to cover it. He’d burned entire warehouses just to send a message, slit throats over minor insults, and once fed a man his own fingers for touching one of his shipments. Ivan was a cold, calculative bastard, and always smiling while he did it. But what really fueled the fire between us was simpler: Ivan had made it his personal mission to take whatever belonged to me.

"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."

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