Ivan The Terrible Fate Novels & Stories

According to the reports, the battle a few years back was just too brutal with too many casualties. “I’m sorry, but fate is on my side. I can’t die!” Fane sneered, then immediately sent him a kick. Ivan fell down kneeling on the ground. The pain in his knees caused him to yell in pain. “Eat those two buns. Otherwise, I don’t care if you’re Selena’s cousin or not, I’ll butcher you like the animal you are!” Fane took the two dirt-covered buns and threw them in front of Ivan with a merciless gaze in his eyes.

and stopped himself talking but his eyes met mine. The Battalion were silent as Ivan completed his story, he left no details out. The whipping, Killian, Genevieve. The sick deals and rigged matches. He played down his own bravery but by the end of the tale, finishing with us driving off in a truck seeing Vincent’s disembowelled body the men were hanging by his every word. “So…when that man mentioned the Inferno yesterday, I flipped because that was my name. When they advertised my fights, I was Ivan the Inferno.”

~Aida~ The silence grows between us, and it’s starting to make me anxious. This is a vampire sitting across from me; he’s a vampire and my fated mate. I have no idea how I’ve gotten to this point or what I’m expected to do from here. Ivan takes a deep breath and lets it go, leaning forward. He rests his elbows on his knees and places his head in his hands. “I haven’t been a good man, like ever.” Here we go. “I wasn’t born a vampire; I was turned. I happened to rob the wrong person…..well, I tried to anyway.” Ivan chuckles and sits back in the chair. “I thought it would be the payday that would set me up for life, but I was wrong. I was wrong about my setup, that is.”

A name that carried nightmares. "The man who has been stealing your women and children," Ivan continued mercilessly. "The man who has sold them like livestock into the black markets. The man whose hands are drenched in the blood of innocent lives." He let the words settle, let the horror sink into their minds. "And you want to worship his heir?" Disbelief warred with fear in the eyes of those standing before him. Some shook their heads, unwilling to accept it. "Lies," someone whispered, their voice shaking. "That... That can't be true."

He had always felt responsible for what happened three years ago, he had felt if he hadn't possibly given in to the temptation and trusted the wrong person maybe his mate would still be alive with him. Then I had to remind him of his lost mate talking carelessly and not caring about who got hurt in the process. ‘Nicely done, Javier, can I take over now and fix your screw-up?” Ace asked, I sighed, “I’ll handle it, Ace. I'm the one who hurt him and not you.” Ivan had lost his mate in the Cold War we had with the other packs three years ago when they discovered our powers. The painful part was that Ivan was the one who had exposed our powers. He had hoped for the greater good.

He is hot and he knows it, thus he doesn't mind showing off his body. Ivan on the other hand, took his stance and stared at Ivy, “So, mates, huh?” Here we go again. Why must everyone mention him and ruin her mood? Ivy thought sneaking an attack on him. Ivan swiftly dodged, kicking her legs which swept her off her feet as she fell to the ground. Of course, Ivan had done a background check on Alfred but there wasn't much on him except that he's a vampire ruling some kingdom. Even his kingdom wasn't mentioned, everything about him was mysterious which doesn't sit well with him. It could only mean that whoever Alfred is was dangerous, so send out more men to do a critical background check once m

Evan's expression hardened. "It's an extremely vicious form of black magic—an evil art that severs a person's fate. Think of it as Death sending you a death notice. When Death decides that you die at midnight, you die at midnight. One way or another… you will die." A sharp chill swept through the room. Ivana's face drained of color, her composure shattering instantly. "But that doesn't make sense. I escaped all the previous accidents and assassinations. Even this time, I survived!" Ivana grasped at the last bit of hope she had.

I gave my biggest smile and said, “I'm so relieved I can tell you everything and how amazing he js! I’ve known him since the night of the Five Lakes ball when I first came here. We just kept bumping into each other again and again, no planning or scheming it just happened. I am so sorry I had to lie about Bram, it was to keep you safe but…” “Fate.” Ivan finished. “you two are connected by Fate and that's all you need to explain.” He downed his drink aggressively and looked around the room with an impatient energy. He was starting to look a bit glum and his eyes didn’t have their usual sparkle. Kyra excused herself and Calvin for another dance and we were left alone. “Are you okay Ivan, I fee

“Ivan is the alpha.” “Ikor showed Ivan mercy. He elected to let him live, but wanted to banish him,” Jordy continues. “He turned away to address the pack and Ivan swiped out with his claws and severed the Achilles tendons on both of Ikor’s heels. He fell forward and Ivan was on top of him. Think of The Mountain cracking open Oberyn’s head like an egg.” “Shit…” I breathe out. Horror colors my thoughts and expression at the thought of one brother doing that to another.

“In the mansion.” Valeria stared at him, unable to understand. “Why is Callista in your mansion?” Ivan took a slow breath. “She came here with me.” Valeria's face changed. “With you?” “Yes.” “Why?” Ivan looked directly at her. “Because she was the woman pretending to be you.” Valeria froze. For several seconds, she couldn't speak. “What?” “Callista was the woman who came to Barbados with me,” Ivan explained. “She used your identity.”