Nikita Lytkin Novels & Stories

A man in a flashy Versace shirt glasses sat on a sofa, peeling an apple with a switchblade. Viktor. An internationally notorious arms dealer for the Russian Bratva, and the maddest dog in Moscow. He played the part of a playboy, but everyone knew his methods were crueler than anyone's. "You saved me?" My voice was raspy, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel.

Nicki began to stutter, as no words came into her mouth. “ You got transferred again, didn't you?” The sharpness of his voice could cut through like a double-edged sword. “ I…I..yes.” “ Go into your room, take off your clothes.” Gamma Levi said, and a bile rose to Nicki's throat. “ I will lash you until your brain returns.”

The three men, Smelly Leader, Idiot Twat and Super Fugly stared at her like she was crazy. "Seriously guys, this is priceless." She would have wiped tears from her eyes if her hands weren't busy elsewhere. "Vladimir Sitnikov is about to take down that door, dismember you while you're still alive and you have no fucking clue exactly who it is you've stolen."

"Nikita, Alpha Ambrose won't easily forgive you. He is going to know that you supported Zayn in plotting against him." Nikita shook her head, her eyes filled with confidence. "I can handle myself. And if it means stopping this war, it's worth the risk," she said. Luna looked worried. "I don't think it's a good idea, Nikita. What if he hurts you? What if he tries to kill you again? You know the man, he's a nutcase." Nikita smiled reassuringly. "I know but I believe that I'll be fine. Trust me."

“Enough to come crawling out of the shadows after nearly twenty years.” The air between them pulsed with quiet danger. Viktor Natov wasn’t just a threat—he was history reborn. He was the architect of the ruin that had driven the Volkov family from Bulgaria. He had orchestrated the assassination that had taken Yelena Volkov’s life. And for that alone, Dante knew that working with him was dancing on a blade’s edge. But sometimes, you needed a monster to destroy another.

I stiffened, my hands clenching into fists. “Lucian Knight isn’t just some random Mafia lord,” Justin continued angrily. “He’s one of the most powerful men in the world! His law firm is in the top ten, his influence spans both the legal and illegal world, and let’s not forget—he’s the Lycan Knight, ruler of multiple packs. You’re playing with fire, Lyla. Before you even gather half the information you need, your head could be rolling on the floor!”

“We need to get rid of Vadim. That man will be the death of us. He doesn’t even know how to follow instructions without fucking up. The worst part is that he believes that he is actually better than all of us. I have never seen a man who is that delusional.” “I agree that we need to get rid of him. What have you learned about him, Nikita?” “He has been to Italy more times than he has been to any of our other locations. I can’t imagine another person being responsible for this crisis apart from him. He is our number one enemy.” Nikita said. Guilt ate him up. What he didn’t understand was that we all made mistakes more times than we liked. “As for Livia, I have a way to find out what her endga

He says, then turns to walk away. He did not want to anger anyone here tonight. So before things escalated, he cleared his throat and called for everyone’s attention. “Gentlemen,” he starts, speaking in his mother tongue. “I am sure you are well aware of my father’s passing.” “Good riddance!” Fyodor Bortnik, Pakhan of Yekaterinburg comments from the back as he raised his glass. Dimitri smirked. “Yes, indeed. But that is not why I have called you here today. Before the infighting starts, we need to choose a leader. Viktor was the undisputed leader until he left for New York, attempting to conquer it. He failed, whereas I secured several US states under Bratva law.” He finished and scanned the

Nikita and Dmitri exchanged a smile Luca would be furious but she was a feisty, independent little tigress and that's why he was crazy about her. ‘What’s the matter Nikita, frightened they will take your job as her bodyguard?’ Luca said later and laughed but Nikita shook his head, he had been brought up as a boy in Russia and he had seen wild wolves and what they could do firsthand, and a couple of months later they all discovered what a Wolf/Dog could do

Not merely tears anymore, but a spark of fire that will consume anyone who stands in his way. Cold. Quiet. The winter wind bites from behind the large stained glass window. Inside the vast office lined with blood-red carpet, a man sits upright in a black oak armchair. The figure is Mikhail Yuzinkhov, the shadow king of Moscow, ruler of the weapon and oil industries, and the dirty politics behind many governments. His gray eyes sharply focus on the screen in front of him. In the video sent directly by his informant in Lucerne, Edgar Kingston is seen descending the luxurious staircase of Jonathan’s villa—the place where that seductress Omega resides.