Mikhail Anime Novels & Stories

Why did Kaori create a piece that is so different? "Beautiful, isn't it?" a deep, familiar voice rumbles beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn around and my breath catches at the sight of Mikhail Ivanov, his dark hair, and his piercing green eyes. He smirks when he sees me, and I feel my face flushing with equal parts embarrassment and excitement as I stare at him. I should stop gawking and start talking. "Y-yeah," I stammer like a fool. "It's really nice."

"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.

“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."

A reminder of war. “I can’t,” Mikhail said quietly, barely a whisper, his voice broken and hoarse. “I can’t. Everytime I go to sleep I see their faces. Everytime I hear his name I feel like I’m suffocating, and the only way to stop is if I just kill the bastard.” As Mikhail spoke, Ursa let her arm wrap around Mikhail’s neck and upper back and pushed him into her chest. Her other hand made its way into his hair, caressing his hair softly and carefully, as if he would bite her if she did it wrong.

I couldn’t tell. Then there was Mikhail, a younger man, ambitious and ruthless, who had always tried to challenge my position as Dimitri’s favourite. He smirked, a condescending twist of his lips. “Aryn. Back from the dead, I see. Or did Dimitri just get tired of playing with his new toys?” “Some toys are timeless, Mikhail,” I retorted, my voice low, laced with a threat he understood. “Others break easily.”

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”