Nikita Lytkin Novels & Stories

I turned and looked around, my eyes met a pair of hazel ones. “Who's that man?” I asked Kate, gesturing at the tall blond who refused to look away. “Oh, him? That's Ethan. He's the Alpha of Raven claw pack. A notorious tyrant and a well-known douchebag who chases anything in a skirt” she wiped the cream off my lips with her thumb. “If you come across him, avoid him like the plague” “You think he's going to hit on a pregnant lady?” “He has been in a silent competition with Lukas for years. He would do anything to have what he has. Not only that. He's dangerous too. I heard his pack practices black magic”

“Irina Vasiliev.” The Lycan advanced, slender and deadly, her fangs still stained with the blood of her strike. “For being the precise blade in the opening.” She smiled, showing her sharp teeth. “I always am, Rurik…” she provoked, and Dmitry slightly curved the corner of his mouth in an almost-smile. Shortly after, Dmitry ripped out one of the ribs, breaking it with a dry snap. “Fidor Kovalenko.” The Lycan, always silent in posture, stepped forward, accepting the bone with a slight tilt of his head.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

even if it meant taking the risk and finding out. Nikita's power and influence had been a double-edged sword. Her knowledge and experience were invaluable, but her cold demeanor and disapproval of outsiders made her a threat. ever since Ryan rooted out all the packages that tried to overthrow him, everything has been quiet. there was no longer talk of overthrowing the Alpha and nikita's Influence seemed to have subsided. I was hoping that has Queen I would offer her a part of her freedom or a favorable banishment from the park if she would give me valuable information. I was however not sure what she valued the most in her life because I Hardly Knew. I had no bargaining chip and I was walkin

He raised his hand, revealing a tattoo on his index finger, two letters, TK. “Tilly Klain,” he said. “I’m so sorry, Nicholas,” I said, not sure what to say to this man. He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry for me. Be sorry for the bastard who killed her.” His words were a fiery promise. “Because I will destroy them.” A chill ran down my spine. Nicholas was terrifying when he was furious. “What is a Lycan flower?” I asked, hoping to get as much information as I could.

"If you're looking anywhere it had better be at me." "Wait a second," I protested. "You are supposed to be my love slave." Nikita smirked. "Who is the boss?" she patted my swelling cock through my shorts and talked to it. "Who's the boss?" pat, pat, "That's good boy," she cooed. "He knows who the boss is," Nikita smiled at me. What could I say? My cock was the Lying Son of a Bitch of all Lying Sons of Bitches. It lied to everybody, me included.