Mikhail Anime Novels & Stories

Or was this sort of a prank? A tall, broad-shouldered man with graying hair and a scar tracing his left eye appeared suddenly at the gate. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable as he opened the gate to meet Yannis. This must be Mikhail, one of the warriors. He recognized him because of the small scar on his face. “Yannis,” Mikhail greeted with a deep voice but without extending his hand to welcome Yannis. His amber eyes assessed Yannis from head to toe without blinking. Then, he added, “I don't think Alpha Reule was expecting a visit from the Black Pack.”

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

I know him or rather his name sounds familiar. Mikhail Volkov. He’s a member of the Bratva and a member of the four reapers. I’ve not heard good stories about him and Mikhail is known to be the most unhinged one from all four of them. They are all known to be ruthless, but Mikhail is just out of this world. “I…” “You’re stalling, get down. Now.” His voice is cold and intimidating and I don’t know when my hands move and I open the car door, stepping out from the car.

His father was the only man I trusted. We’re also quite different in looks. Whereas I’m golden in appearance with gold hair and amber eyes, Mikhail is dark. He’s pale with pitch-black hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones with long lashes. We’re both about the same height and as muscled. However, I am better looking. Or so I’d like to tell him I am. Mikhail is a young demon/angel hybrid. He and I met several years ago. It was a rather amusing meeting. I will never forget how he told me to sod off and flipped me the bird. I wanted to kick his irreverent arse.

(Mikhail) Once again, I snap my finger, 2 swords once again appeared and fly towards Mikhail, and this time it was aimed at his 2 ears, cutting them off completely, Mikhail becomes more incoherent and frantic, cursing at his every words, letting out blood curling voice mixed with tears.

I hadn’t quite deciphered what was said, but the roughness of the voice had forced me into fully awakening. My eyes peeled open, and staring at me were the most intense amber eyes. The golden glow of the fox-shaped eyes had me forcing down a gulp. The man strode forward. He hadn’t smiled, not once. He opened his mouth. “I’m Mikhail.” I remained silent. Mikhail. . . The accent, the thickness following his words, the violence surrounding him—Russian. “I’m a messenger of Don Viktor Nikolai Advik.” And when he opened his mouth one more time to fully introduce himself and put me out of my confusion, my line of vision was instantly blurred by tears. Because even death didn’t want me.

“You really love Mikhail, don’t you?” He nods. “I was thirteen, and he was fourteen when we met, but we had both suffered a lot. And through our adventures, he always had my back. He’s my best friend and brother, regardless of the fact that we’re not related by blood.” I tilt my head with curiosity. “You said Mikhail is a Hybrid?” He quirks a brow at my inquisitive tone but doesn’t berate me for being nosey. “Mikhail is a Hybrid─angel/demon. He’s the only of his kind.”

"Ah, but Alexei, this is precisely about us. And I have something you care deeply about." I couldn't tear my eyes away from Alexei, seeking comfort in his determined gaze. My heart pounded in my chest, the silent communication between us intensifying as if he could feel the fear that gripped me. "What do you want, Mikhail?" Alexei's voice was steady, a stark contrast to the turmoil within me. Mikhail's smirk widened, reveling in the power he held. "I want you to understand that your choices have consequences. You thought you could defy the rules of our world. Well, here's the price you pay."

he ordered, already heading out. “I'm going to get my wife.” ⚛••°⚛••°⚛ “Mikhail will train you today,” Alexei announced with a smug look painted across his face. Isabelle let her eyes take in Mikhail Antonov, one of Alexei’s four brothers whom she had been opportuned to meet. He was different from Alexei, if not scarier. He hardly spoke but when he did, it was either threatening words or descriptions on how he butchered one of his victims.

he growled, entering the room. I stayed crouched on the floor, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. "Pathetic," Mikhail taunted, stepping closer. "A weak chunk came to ask for an alliance. He could not even save himself. A weak, useless royal." He laughed low in his throat, the sound slicing and ruthless. I said nothing, but far back in my mind, something dark and lethal was growing. Hate. "You're fortunate I picked you up," he said, kneeling next to me and capturing my chin in a brutal grip. "Or you'd be dead in a ditch like the others."