Mikhail Anime Novels & Stories

Mikhail likes, well, I’m not really sure how to describe his tastes, but I don’t really care for the females we share for more than a couple of sessions. Hail's females are very needy, and expect constant instruction and care to boot. Roman is as tough as they come. He is better left alone. The few occasions he does bring someone home, they are hell beasts or amazons that are more than capable of breaking us in half. All of my brothers are assholes, but he pretty well takes the cake in that department and would sooner deck someone then ever explain himself. Malachi, on the other hand, likes every one and is liked by every one and has no discernible taste other than his food having a pulse.

Mikhail gave out an uninterested look on his face as he stared back at the person standing before him who looked like a perfect photocopy of him except that his eyes were grey in color unlike Mikhail’s own which were fine Emerald Green in color, looking like lush greenery of the forest. "Are you done with your nuisance antics? Do you move out of the way or should i do that for you?” Mikhail asked tiredly like was not ready to be in any verbal conflict with him. Mikhail turned around and climbed down the stairs then ascended the second Grand stairs going up.

After it was over, and he lay still in her arms, deathly gray and breathing shallowly, Prince Tibarn leaned over Mikhail's prone form, a smirk on his handsome face as he spoke to the injured Omega. "Let this be a lesson to your pup, don't challenge a Royal claiming his mate, ever, we are Gods compare to your puny subspecies, and a God will always win." Mikhail opened his eyes, pain clear in his gaze, "You are no God of mine, just a man- and all men fall eventually." He managed, coughing up blood. Tibarn straightened, controlling his rage barely, "Be thankful I am a man of my word, you useless prick. Otherwise you would be dead now for your insolence."

"She is." "Of all the women in the world to mate, you mate a MacQueen," Mikhail mused with a wicked grin. "Perhaps we should have her secured? Handcuffed to a chair? Fair is fair, given your family history." Charlotte tensed, leaning into Rurik. "He's teasing you, little rose," Rurik murmured in her ear, then added louder, "And if he's not, I'll remind him who the stronger dragon is." Mikhail chuckled. "Fair enough. You can save the handcuffs for bed." He winced when his mate, Piper, jabbed him in the ribs.

Young master Part16 "Hello ...." a smirk at the door. Khan who saw the arrival of Roberto Mose, immediately bowed respectfully. "My lord...." Khan said. All eyes turned to Roberto, and the businessmen who came to the Khan Tones show, of course, recognized the man very well. "Young master Mose, welcome welcome." Mike Tones shook the man's hand. "It's an honor, my lord, to have you come to our little party," continued Mike Tones.

Once bright and full of life, now dull and an empty shell of her true self, her once bright feathers now a pale skin of scars. **Hey everyone, Mikhail's past is a huge part of the story and it saddens me to see what he went through as a child. Let me know what you think in the comments and please drop a review, please 🥺 please 🥺 it would only take a few seconds. Thank you. ~Jane♥️

I say, trying to introduce some semblance of civility, “This is Nikolaos, my brother.” She hesitates for a moment before managing a weak, “Hello.” Niko tilts his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “So, you’re the mysterious ghost from Russia? You certainly don’t resemble anyone significant, especially not someone like Mikhail.” A shadow crossed Anika’s face. The briefest hesitation, the subtlest shift in her posture. It didn’t go unnoticed. Niko leans in close to her, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You know, I took great pleasure in ending that fucker’s life for what he did to my Mia. The way he begged...” He pauses, savoring the memory, “It was music to my ears.”

"I need to tell you something." "What?" Roberto asked, his tone weary. "Mikhail is not just helping us out of kindness," I said, choosing my words carefully. "He has his own agenda, he might use Carlo as leverage or..." "I know," Roberto interrupted, his voice suddenly old and tired. "I know exactly who Mikhail is and what he is capable of." "You do?" I asked, surprised. Roberto sighed heavily. He sank into a chair. "Mikhail is my younger brother." My jaw dropped, I could not believe what I was hearing.

"What are you thinking?" "I don't want you getting your hopes up," Andrei replied, noticing for the first time his tie was missing as he fiddled with the collar of his shirt. "I'm starting to think Mikhail is a bloody cat, and the mother fucker has nine lives. It's the only way to explain it." "Explain what?" "How keeps slipping through our fingers. That bastard never says die. Just when we think we have him, he fucking vanishes and lives to fight another day."

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."