Nicholas I Land Novels & Stories

Internally, I refrained from acknowledging his physical allure and royal charm. Nicholas revealed, "I still possess a secret stash and shares in a Swiss bank. It's our family emergency fund." Intrigued, I inquired while matching his sword swings, "How much?" "About 100 billion in cash, not including a substantial amount of gold and various shares," he explained, raising his sword. "Upon my father's passing, I am the sole heir. I've reached out to our Beta and noble families for support in reclaiming the throne. They oppose General Victor and fear for their safety under his extended rule."

I nodded before asking, “What are the things I should learn?” “You’ve been here for a while, but you don’t know much about him. Or this pack.” She was right. I knew Nicholas as the Alpha, the man who had pulled me from MoonCrown and confused me at every turn. But I didn’t understand how he had become the leader he was. Liz folded her arms. “Nicholas wasn’t always the Alpha. His father ruled before him. He was a powerful warrior, stronger than most. He controlled several packs, not just ForestHowl.”

Caleb stated, but a new tension wire-strung his shoulders. “Am I?” Nicholas’s thumb stroked the button. “Are you willing to gamble your mother’s life on that? The lives of every cousin, every ally in this room? For a woman who was mine long before she was ever yours?” The chapel was a frozen tableau. I could hear the ragged sound of my own breathing. This was the Nicholas I had never truly seen—the Rossi heir, stripped of all restraint, a force of pure, chaotic obsession. He wasn’t here to win me back. He was here to burn my world down if he couldn’t have it.

" You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? " Giovanni was quiet. I was in awe of the power Nikolai was exuding. Despite being much younger than all of the mafia Dons in the room, he commanded respect. " What is it that you want Nik? " Gio asked. " Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. "

he inquired, his voice dripping with charm and confidence, "I am Nicholas Brandson," he declared, reaching out his hand for a handshake. Did I hear correctly? Did he introduce himself as Nicholas Brandson? The very same Nicholas Brandson who is known as the ruthless Mafia Lord, feared and revered by many? I was taken aback by the weight of his presence, standing in awe, realizing that I needed to respond and meet his outstretched hand.

Tedros and the others were already on standby for a direct order from me. Elijah chuckled and freed himself from the supporting hands of his men to face me, "Old Nicholas really had an eye for picking the best. Take a look at the kid who couldn't properly hold a gun a decade ago. Now he speaks to me like a fvcking god" He placed his palm on my shoulder but that did not make me take my angered gaze of him. "You seem to have the entire corners of New York locked by your people but I might be paying a visit again. This time, you won't see me coming, I'll be coming for my throne"

I said, and they were silent. "Also, King Nikolas is not crowning himself by force for his vanity. We all know how badly Fredrick has wanted to take this land and enslave us. My father has kept us safe, and Nikolas has done the same. Because of this, he has been denied his birthright. Nikolas is fine with just being Alpha and living his life. He does not need the crown to validate himself, but along the line, he realised how unfairly we have been treated. He realised the lies of his past and decided to rectify it.

Mensaviv let out a smile. Nothing bothered Nicholas except Charles - Charles is also human, he thought. He cleared his thoughts when he realized the letters were talking about females. He gazed toward Mensaviv shortly. "Do I know you?" Nicholas frowned his face, but in his head was a bunch of ransacking going on to find the face of an elderly man in it. "No, you can't. But I know you." He said. "Oh - I'm that popular?" "You're the son of the great alpha who wouldn't know you?" Mensaviv bowed his head down again.

JULIE "Yeah, sure. Call me Nick or Nicholas," he suggests and heat coats my cheeks when I realize he just asked me to use his pet name if I like. "Okay.. so how about — um… Nick?" I say, almost whispering the words. I am not sure if I sound pleasant or nervous. Whatever it is, I am surely nervous right now. His name is pretty, to be honest. Nicholas — a Greek name, if the knowledge is still in my mind. And it means the "victory of people". It is a strong and bold name, perfect for a bold and humble man like him.

"King Nicholas adopted Lord Lucas centuries ago but the public doesn't know. Only the seven Lords across the seven continents are aware and a few others." "Like yourself?" I throw at her and she nods. Oh, that seems to make sense now. So, that means King Nicholas has two brothers, one which is his actual brother, Lord Felix—the one from whose continent I came and the other, Lord Lucas, the nonbiological brother." "Interesting." Under my breath, I affirm. "So, if I'm gifted to the King, does that mean I'll have to leave here at some point, being his Emit?"