Ivan Romanov Novels & Stories

His blood dropped on the floor. “This is for kidnapping Eira,” she slashed his ribs, creating deep holes. His bones could be seen. The body of Vogar trembled. Blood spilled from his lips as he coughed hard. “For kidnapping my sister,” Sophia stabbed into his stomach, twisting her claws. Fuck! This was unbelievable. She was brutal. Vogar would have preferred to die in my hands. “Who is this lady again?” Anthony brought his face closer. “She is supposed to be a Princess. I guess she wears the wrong title.”

"But the Ivanovs' future plans will resolve this infringement quickly." Sorokin eyes me. "You trust your future wife a great deal, Mikhail Ivanov, to discuss such delicate matters openly in front of her." "I chose Maria to be my wife for many reasons ..." "Is that right?" Sorokin stares at me but not in a way that men have in the past. He's trying to guess if I am worth fighting over. If I'm worthy of being the Bratva's Helen of Troy. He throws down the gauntlet, and I pick it up.

In a flash, Eugene approached him, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him high, cradling his face madly "Don't you curse my mother, you cursed villain, or I will kill you. Do you understand? Even though the matter does not concern you, I will answer you. I am the Gamma of the Werewolves, and I am the legitimate king of the Ark Kingdom, but the kingdom is now run by my aunt. You know that she is deserved the throne." Ibus's face became very red, and he began to lose his breath, but he did not care. He threw his body and hit the wall hard, before falling to the ground, coughing and struggling to catch his breath. He gasped hard and stood in pain while saying bitterly.

"You are no longer the man I thought you were becoming, strong, in charge, in control. You have become weak. A woman- a girl has weakened you. Remember I warned you against this. But I guess you did not listen. First your dream of having children early is now dead. Then you have let her add her father's name instead of answering just your name. Now you both live separately. Who knows what else she will make you do? Huh? Who knows?" Donovan stared into his eyes, refusing to be manipulated. "Grandpa, you know very well that right now, you're trying to manipulate my emotions. Everything I've done, has a perfect reason." "A perfect reason that stems from the direction of a mere girl." "She is my

Ivan explained. He still had a hidden intention. The door was pushed open behind me and Mikhail came in. Completely ignoring his presence, like we didn't just have a heated argument, I made my choice. "Truth," I said firmly. Ivan smirked. "Are you Adelina Marino the runaway wife of Viktor?" He asked. His eyes were watching my every reaction. It wasn't surprising he figured it out. "You can call me a runaway bride but that marriage was a mistake. Viktor's existence or any member of his family was a fucking mistake and a plague on my life." I answered. Ivan smiled at me. It was the teasing smirk, a genuine smile.

Pouring coffee on a table next to Luka's bed, Ivan replied very seriously, "I'm fine." "Of course not, what's wrong with you?" Putting down the book he was reading, Luka looked at his friend with a smile. While Ivan, hesitating a bit, finally walked over to the bed and sat down next to Luka, without losing his angry and slightly embarrassed attitude. "It's just that... That dumb servant..." claimed Ivan. "What dumb servant?" Luka asked somewhat confused. "One of the servants of the Romanov family, he always keeps bothering me, he makes me so angry..."

“Shadow. He was the only living thing that little boy ever let close.” ‎My heart clenches. ‎She turns to me, eyes ancient and sad. ‎“You know, I wasn’t always this old woman with too many roses,” she begins, voice soft. “I was nineteen when I married Ivan Romanov. Arranged, of course. My father was KGB. Ivan’s family controlled half the black market in Moscow. Love was never part of the equation.” ‎She leans against the stall, gazing at the horse like she’s seeing ghosts.

I am going to do everything I can to stop them from taking her. “ I am so sorry, your highness but he isn't like this usually,” Ivan said, apolitically. “ Do I look like a 5 year old to you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Because I could see his character right through his arrogance. “ No, but you are the grandson of the killer of the moon goddess descendant,” Mikael said, coming forward while he was still seated in his chair. “ Don't you dare to go there,” I said, slamming my hands on the oak table and making it crack.

“Why are you here, and why am I tied up?” Ivan leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. “How do I explain this to you, krasivy? I think I’ll start with my name. It’s not Ivan. Let me reintroduce myself - I’m Vladimir Aleksander.” The name hits me like a physical blow, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “That’s impossible,” I whisper. “Stefano killed you years ago.” Vladimir Alesksander is the name of the former Kazan gang leader.

Hey there, I am Nikolai Vlademyre. It depends on who someone is, as to what they address me as. You can call me Nik. I am the new King of Carpathia. Well, new in our terms. I took over the seat a decade back. In human governments that seems like a long time; to vampires you’re still fresh until you’ve been at it a hundred years or more. I was groomed for the position by the previous King my father, and Queen my mother prior to the crowning, but it was still unexpected. They ruled our part of the world for about six hundred years before their untimely deaths put me in the chair.