Nikita Lytkin Novels & Stories

Allison almost begged her friend who widened her eyes. “No.. Don't say. Ali, nobody takes his name openly. He is the Dark walker. He is the most powerful man on this earth and can create the bloodbath in seconds around you by his bare hands only.” Nora voiced out, recalling the words once her father said to her. “Who?” Allison dared to ask. She was not ready to lose her family by that damn man’s hands. Nora stared at her and uttered silently. “LYCEON, the dark walker, the last original Lycan blood from the deadly kingdom in the whole world.”

Sergei added, “Especially after the whole fiasco with an assassin trying to kill her.” He looked at Lily while he said this and she glared at him because she had still not told Viktor about the assassin that she had hired to dispose of Katya. “You are right.” She said, “After what happened, he has become even more protective of her. But with the concord,” She leaned over the table. "Every important member of the Bratva will be at the Concord dinner." She said, "Nikolai. The family heads, everyone who was someone would be there.”

He looked bored, picking at his fingernails as if he were waiting for a bus, not a death match. "That's him," Liam said, his jaw tightening. "Igor Stratovsky. The Butcher of Basilisk." "He looks... unpleasant," I whispered. "He's a psychopath," Jack corrected. "Careful, Luna. Don't make eye contact." "Is he strong?" I asked. "Stronger than Liam?" Jack hesitated. "I've never seen him fight. But rumor says he killed his own brother to take the Enforcer spot. He’s undefeated." Dante scoffed. "I bet I could kill him in under two minutes."

He looked infuriatingly confident, a sleek overcoat draped over his shoulders, visibly armed but completely unbothered by the army surrounding us. "Cousin," Nikolai said, his eyes locking onto Dmitri. A mocking, dangerous smile spread across his lips. "I wasn't sure you'd actually come out of hiding." "I didn't come for you. I came to end this," Dmitri said, stepping forward with the fluid grace of a man who still ran operations, not someone rotting in a cell or a grave. "You're in no position to end anything," Nikolai sneered, his gaze flicking over the forty men before dismissing them entirely. "I have federal contacts back home. I have the New York Bratva loyalists. I have everything I ne

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

Better than thinking about the way she’d looked at me when I’d pulled away. Better than thinking about the fact that, even now, I wanted to finish what I’d started. It was a lot better than the fact that I was trying my best to ignore every feeling that I had, and yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. So I hit harder. “Natalia, he does not want anyone inside.” “You don't get to call me by my first name. You don't even know who I am.” “Fine then Luna, I am his beta and whether or not you want to accept it, you are going to have to listen right now.”

I inquired, my curiosity piqued. Facing me squarely, Bernadette crossed her arms, her demeanor commanding. "The Loskutov name is a privilege bestowed upon a select few. It's reserved for the most unwaveringly loyal individuals. I am one of them. Artemy places his utmost trust in me, entrusting me with his life and now, yours. My allegiance to this family takes precedence above all else, and that loyalty extends to you now." Lynda chimed in, confirming, "I should have mentioned earlier, but my name is Lynda Loskutov as well. Like Mom, Brayden, Avim, and Leon. It's a tradition among those fiercely devoted to the Boss."

Did she finally realize what had happened to her cousin? Less than a minute passed, and the air around changed. The hostility lessened, and everyone seemed interested in finding out more about the threat. The blond-haired man in his late forties raised his hand, drawing my attention. His name was Konstantin Nikitin, the freshly appointed head of the Nikitin family. “How large are their numbers? Also, I heard there's something different about them, that they're impossibly strong…” “They have thousands of soldiers. No one knows exactly how many,” I told him. “And yes, they are incredibly strong, or rather resilient.”

Viktor let out a low growl, reading my underline meaning; however, he was forced to stay quiet when Esteban growled in warning. “I believe that Alexei has failed to train you enough to know when and when not to speak to those who are in higher positions; but judging by the fact that you are a Lycan, I believe that you see yourself in a higher rank anyway” he said, pulling his own gun, and loading it. I laughed, watching as he pointed the gun at me, waiting for him to press the trigger “I am not Viktor, and I won’t return the gun back to my holster”

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th