Private Moscow Novels & Stories

Always to the north. Toward Moscow.

The bitter winds of Moscow carried with them the scent of smoke and blood. Snow had not yet fallen, but the streets bore the scars of war: bullet-ridden walls, torched warehouses, and the silence of families who no longer dared to walk at night. Mikhail Morozov returned to the city like a storm that had been brewing in exile. He stood tall at the head of his convoy—black SUVs roaring through the night like wolves closing in on their prey. Donatella sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the skyline that once felt like a prison but now gleamed like the empire she was determined to help claim.

“If one major thing fails, the entire operation could collapse and people could die.” “I understand,” Elena replied calmly. “Walk us through it.” Marco showed them the first map, a detailed street view of a wealthy and quiet neighborhood in Moscow. It was the type of area where powerful people lived and conducted private meetings away from public attention. “This is the location Petrov uses for secure meetings,” Marco explained. “It’s a townhouse in the Patriarch’s Ponds district. Officially, it belongs to a shell company, but Tommy confirmed it is used only for high-level intelligence discussions.”

"Young man I don't understand, what does this mean?" "Are you attached to this city, Cyrus?" "Well no son, can't say as I am." "Well then, that card means that after I've taken my girl here to see her mom, we're going to swing back here and pick you up. We'll find you a home in Washington. That's as good a place as any, right?" "Well, I don't' is this one of those new fan dangled TV shows?" "No sir, you see those guys over there, we're bikers, and we have a shop where we build custom bikes back in Washington. I'm very serious."

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

“He’s okay? “ Vivienne asked, happiness crossing her features when I nodded my head. All her questions died after that. The others didn’t ask any questions. I silently looked out of the window hoping that everything would go perfectly now that the plan was in motion. We had greatly pissed off Mogilevich. I looked at the people in the car wondering who was bold enough to betray us. One of them had to be working with the Russians and I would find out who it was. No matter how long it took. The car ride was long and uncomfortable but we couldn’t stop. Six hours, later, we reached a rocky road with either side of it covered with trees. That woke those who were sleeping. I admired their ability t

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Moscow was a strange mix of the past and present. Kenzie stared at the sights from inside the private cab that took them from the airport to the hotel. The famous multicolored onion domes of Saint Basil's Cathedral shimmered in the distance, accented like a castle in a foggy world, backlit by snowy skies. The streets were full of tourists and locals bustling along the icy streets, coats clutched tight with woolen scarves blowing in the wind.

Phoenix asked. The strange couple looked at each other and said, “He wants you Miss, he’s coming for you.” FIN BONUS …….Somewhere in Oymyakin, Russia The Dhampir moved in silent precision, in their unground kingdom for centuries in darkness and in temperatures that no human could withstand. Until now they remained watchful and anxious for the sign of their glorious awakening. For centuries they stayed fed with the human farming they did. The human got to live in luxury and protection while their blood was harvested for the creatures that dwell among them.

Aunt Sienna wrapped her arm around mom, comforting her before dad nodded. “We’ll be waiting for your call. They just got up to wash their hands and should be here any second now” Yaroslav said, looking up at me “get this done, Alexei” “I don’t think that I need you to tell me that, Yaroslav” I said, glaring at him “there’s a speaker here, you can hear everything we say and the room is soundproof, not even a wolf can hear what you’re saying inside. Happy listening…”