Nikolai Cod Novels & Stories

Werewolf warrior princes, like Nikolai, had brief childhoods. Despite Beatrice protests, Niķolai had been training hard alongside his father since he was a child, and he’d been taught to be fierce and ruthless to his enemies. Contrary to what Akari had said, he never broke a treaty unless grievously provoked by the Federation, and when the Federation launched Operation Victory, he was the Battle Commander of all their forces. He had thrown the logistical futility of attempting such a massive invasion along such unmaintainable distances back in their faces and shoved it down their collective throat.

"Kill me and you'll never get the access code to scrub the file. You'll be raising a ghost kid, running forever, looking over your shoulder for the social worker who comes with a SWAT team." "What's the code?" Drakon demands, pressing the knife point into skin. A bead of blood wells up. "It's in my head," Nikos taps his temple. "And if you cut my throat... it stays there." He closes his eyes. He relaxes into the concrete. "Your move, VP. Justice? Or your son's future?"

“You’re the only one who can protect Delilah and Lysandra. Whether you like it or not, they’ll be safer in your territory. Giovanni won’t stop until they’re dead. He has assigned me to kill Delilah and he will not stop until he manages to break something in Lysandra, that he's already doing. And if she does not break down, she does not lose herself to his control. He is going to kill her too.” “I don’t take orders from men who hover between enemy and ghost.” Nikolai’s eyes flicked back to me, and for a moment, I saw something strange flicker in them. “Your mother would’ve said the same. She hated orders too.” Damon moved in front of me slightly, shielding me, even when he didn’t have to. Nik

I'm incredibly close to my family and having my mate fit right in would be the icing on the cake for me. “Hell, I wish I knew. Does anyone even know who this guy is?” Nick asks as he runs his hand through his head. The room goes quiet but then my mate's soft voice breaks through the silence and her answer throws me through a loop. "Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is."

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

When he left, Mikhail leaned forward and told the hacker to zoom in on his face. The hacker swore under his breath. The face was covered, cap pulled down, nose mask hiding features, hoodie drawn low. “Zoom in on the neck,” Mikhail ordered. The image sharpened. Tattoos blurred into view, ink twisting in a pattern the men had seen before. Mikhail’s fingers tightened on the edge of the console. Alexei’s voice was flat but urgent. “Who is it?” Mikhail’s jaw tightened. “It's La Mano Rojas. Nikolai sent him.”

Nikolai watched the news feeds from his screens with his coffee going cold beside him and his expression completely unchanged from his normal resting state of focused neutrality. Enzo watched from the couch with his feet up and a bowl of something he was eating enthusiastically and commentary for every development. “There it is,” he said when the first story broke. “That is the sound of a very powerful man’s morning becoming very bad.” He pointed his spoon at the screen. “Look at that. Three networks in the first hour. Nikolai you are an artist.” “I am a systems architect,” Nikolai said. “An artistic one,” Enzo said generously.

Cillian asked. I spun to ask if he'd lost his mind before he calmly replied, “I’m making certain Zena. Evidence.” “What about what he did to me!” I snapped back, but Nikolai was in no mood to compare Maddox-tales. Nikolai took another step forward, the dry gravel earth crunching beneath his boots. He belonged in these cragged grey mountains. They suited his dark, scowling features. In a low, rumbling growl he allowed his full fury to shine through his ruby eyes.

I looked up at him, heart full and aching. “I’m yours,” I said softly, meaning it with every piece of my broken soul. “I belong to you.” Something shifted in his eyes — relief, possession, and something warmer. ~~~~~ Later, as we lay tangled together, Nikolai’s voice grew serious. “I’m planning something big against Rossi,” he said quietly. “A final strike. But it might require me to do things… darker than usual.” My stomach twisted. “What kind of things?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. He just pulled me tighter against him.

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