Nikolai X Fyodor Novels & Stories

He definitely had enough life to walk and it was even easier for me because he could not even see me because of not enough light around. –--- ~ FLASHBACK ~ –---- He staggered towards his car and I cut him off as Thunder on the empty highway on his way home. Now even if someone saw me, it would be very difficult for them to know that I am Nicholas, a well-known professor at Silver Valley High. And now it was going to be even more fun to torture him. Seeing me — Thunder — he started backing his car out of fear, but when I climbed on his car and started hitting his roof, he tried to run away like an uncontrollable rat out of fear.

But it's not on the verge of bankruptcy either. "It's Stevenson who killed my parents. Not his son. Richard doesn't have to suffer like his father made me struggle. I am planning to help him initially, but later on, the Nina groups future will depend on his own capabilities. If I destroy Richard, then there will not be any difference between me and his father" Nikolai replied. Bryan and Shawn already know that Nikolai is not as bad as everyone thinks that he is. He is nicknamed as Hades, but only for his enemies. Nikolai will treat his friends fairly.

Nikolai said with a shrug, trying to sound normal, "Still I know Kiril and his family are mad at ours." "Oh not at all, they're not angry." Smiling softly, remembering what Maddie had told him the day before, Nikolai said, "Yes, I know." Trying to sound normal as always, Nikolai had a friendly chat with Rina, who was a very nice young omega, daughter of a famous musician in town, and who had been Kiril's fiancée for several years.

Nikolai leaned toward his friends, eyes sparkling, voice dropping like he was sharing a delicious secret. “You know what?” he said. “What?” Yaroslav asked. Nikolai smiled. “Italy is going to be…” he paused dramatically, “…interesting.” He didn’t say why. He didn’t say what he’d found on the laptop. He didn’t say what name had burned itself into his mind. Damian Blackwell. The kids just laughed, thinking he meant pizza. Only Nikolai knew better. And the adults watching him, the ones who understood power and danger, kept their faces blank…

Nikolai said. She hesitated. “Alpha Romanov…” “Leave.” The command was flat. “Now.” The door closed behind her. I folded my arms. “Care to tell me why you had me brought here like some criminal?” Nikolai turned. The look in his eyes stopped whatever sarcastic comment had been forming on my tongue. He was furious, not the irritation he wore when I challenged him, but a deeper, colder fury. His eyes were already beginning to silver. My stomach tightened.

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.

"Konstantin." As if electrocuted, Dostov released his bite with a slight surge and then looked up at Alice. Nick's blood flowed slowly from his fangs into his jaw. I don't know why Alice called him Konstantin, or how she knew Dostov. The only thing I know is that both of them are from Russia. Dostov stood up from his spot and took a step toward Alice, the expression on his face contrasting with his age. Dostov is one of the oldest Volders alive, and when you get as old as Dostov controlling emotions becomes as easy as breathing. Expression is weakness, if your enemy can read the expression on your face he can beat you easily.

I asked sullenly. Furrowing his brows at me, he growled a stern, “No, why?” Exhaling deeply I side-eyed him and said, “I believe Sofia is stirring up shit for her benefit.” Pinching his mouth he studied me closely. “Okay, let's work together and get her to admit it.” “Is she really James' mate?” Shrugging, Nikolai frowned and stated, “Who knows, she declares every man who looks at her is her mate when in truth she is just a whore needing to latch onto someone.”

Which meant the source we'd found earlier this week wasn't the only one. Two moles. Possibly more. I was still sitting with that when Nikolai came in. He sat across from me. Looked at me for a moment with that direct steadiness that I'd come to rely on without meaning to. "His name," he said quietly, "is Vadim Sorokin." The name landed in the room. The man's name.

I continued, voice lowering, “but to rebuild and restructure.” “Rebuild what?” Kazuo asked. “The world thinks the YBA is crumbling.” I smirked gently then replied, “Let them, Because while the media watches the smoke, we’ll be moving underground.” I turned to the large iron door behind me. With a nod, it opened slowly—revealing a man in a dark navy suit, his presence cold, clean, and quiet. “This,” I said, pointing at him with my index finger.“is Nikolai Volkov. From Russia.”