Nikolai Volkov Book Novels & Stories

And there will be consequences. Consequences, Nikolai said. He laughed, a cold, hollow sound. I have spent my whole life facing consequences. For being born a Volkov. For being bound to a human. For falling in love with a girl I was never supposed to have. I do not care about consequences anymore. I care about her. And I will burn this entire academy to the ground before I let anyone take her from me again.

Because now I understood something about Nikolai Volkov. Something dangerous. Something fascinating. He hadn’t come to destroy me. He had come to study me. And suddenly— I wanted to study him too and to hurt him for what he did but most of all make him mine. Il mio. Mine. And find the answers myself because there is something else to these. More than what meets the eye.

“Look. I want some information.” Alvin raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Information, huh? That depends. What do you wanna know?” Nikolai hesitated for a second before leaning in and lowering his voice. “Who took the contract for Anastasia Volkov?” Alvin looked at Nik for a long moment before breaking into a laugh. He downed his drink, slamming the glass on the table. “I don’t think I heard that right.”

“And what about the Volkov boy? He has a knack for forming troublesome alliances.” I offered a slight smile, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “Nikolai Volkov is young. Ambitious. Predictable. He thinks strength comes from muscle, from loyalty, from that naïve idea of honor. But he forgets—true power lies not in brute force. It’s the pen that seals the fate. It’s the whispered word that spreads like wildfire. By the time he figures it out, he’ll be nothing but a ghost.” A murmur of agreement rippled through the room.

I stood up and closed the book as I tried to explain. “I— I well, i— was just— you said I should find out!" I yelled in defense, holding up the book. Thankfully, I picked up a book called Mysteries so chances were he believed me. Nikolai pursed his lips then nodded. He walked further into the study and that was when I noticed he was in nothing but his suit jeans and his black shirt was unbuttoned. It looked like he came here in a rush. Nikolai walked up to the opposite shelf and pulled out a large black book. “Here. This contains everything about my pack. I'll get you another book on the mafia,” he said, holding the book forward. I drew my head back as I eyed the book and then him.

Nikolai Volkov is dead! The big boss blinked once, then slowly leaned forward in his chair. "Repeat that." "Nikolai Volkov is dead, sir," the man said, a grin forming. "The car exploded. He didn’t get out." A slow breath escaped from the boss's mouth, almost like a release he’d been waiting years for. He stood from his chair, stretching his stiff back, the tension in his shoulders fading. "Finally," he whispered. "Finally, the bastard is gone."

“But I tortured your man. How can you…” “We have bigger fish to fry. Gabriel wouldn't mind the deal.” It made sense to Vladimir. Hugo was more clever and calculated than he had imagined. But Volkov was not someone to toy with. He could find people hidden in the darkest of places and Vladimir had witnessed firsthand what he did to traitors. Vladimir had been a part of the executions and punishments. Those weren't a joke. Ivan Volkov had been a general in the Soviet Army. He knew various ways to make a person beg for death. He could make KGB prisons sound like a playground.

I turned to see Anya, one of the younger maids, standing frozen, her hands hovering over a pile of books she had just dropped. “Are you okay?” I asked. She nodded quickly. “Yes, Miss Isabella. I—I was just—” Her eyes flicked to something on the floor, and when I followed her gaze, I saw it. A small, leather-bound book. I bent down before she could react, picking it up. The cover was worn but elegant, and when I turned it over, I saw the name written in faded ink. Nadia Volkov. My heart stopped. I looked up at Anya, whose face had gone completely pale.

Emiliano Nick went on. “Intelligence came in earlier today. Volkov was spotted going into an abandoned building in East Village.” “Why would he be in an abandoned building? What about their hideout?” “Adrian heard chatter. Sounds like they’re storing weapons, drugs, and possibly human cargo. It’s a big operation. Volkov was personally checking out the merchandise.” “The guns, the drugs, or the women?” Nick shook his head. “No way of knowing. Possibly all three.”