Rusame Cold War Novels & Stories

"Daemon firewater." She popped the lid off, lifting the bottle and taking a deep swig. "It all started with the Russian and American governments. The cold war was raging strong." Her eyes took on a faraway look. "You have to understand that governments were run by cabals that wanted to be the ultimate rulers. It was a pissing contest of the highest order. Unfortunately, someone had made themselves a deal." "What kind of deal?" Xander settled on the arm of my seat. I took comfort from his heat. I was cold to my core. Frozen and angry.

After that night, the cold war officially began. Normally, even if I pushed him away, Hudson would inevitably gravitate back to me. Even if he just glanced my way, he would subtly maneuver himself to keep me in his line of sight. But now, he treated me with the cold, ruthless efficiency of a stranger. Even when handing out rations, he didn't spare me a second glance. Things were going exactly as I had planned, but I didn't feel relieved at all.

Ursa balled her fists up tight but refused to say anything, instead hiding her fists behind her dress skirt. “Your Majesty, you have been busy lately. I haven’t seen you outside of court.” Ivan scratched the back of his neck. “Yes, well, there is some stuff we need to figure out regarding our new territories-” he stopped himself, as if he realized he was saying too much. And indeed he was, for one of the new territories he referred to was none other than the Romanov territory. “Oh?” was all Ursa said in reply. “And that’s all?” She did not hide the venom in her voice this time. She was giving him a chance to explain why she was with this tramp who almost killed not only her, but him too.

“This will create a gap between us and our allied families.” I exhaled slowly, my gaze darkening. The rumors about his involvement with the Malakhov family’s daughter… I hoped they were just rumors. This family was one of the most powerful branches of the Russkaya Mafiya. We had been in a cold war with the Russians for decades—the only language between us was blood and death. Any personal relationship or business with them was considered a betrayal to La Cosa Nostra. This deal… it was an experiment. A mutual benefit meant to end decades of war.

The Russo family officially no longer has a way to live. From the beginning, it was wrong for Arma Russo to choose to agree to a deal with Pontedras, violating the Domenica family's prohibition. Therefore, the benefits that the Domenica family had for Arma Russo would be revoked in the next two weeks.

he tilted his head to the side, "You keep piling up your sins, spitfire." There was no use asking what he meant. I knew he would spill whatever the case was anyway. "As of yesterday, a fresh set of Bratva's army arrived in Russia with Ruslan," he eyed me when puzzlement etched on my face, "You don't know who Ruslan is, right?" I shook my head. "Trust me," he massaged the side of his head, "you don't want to know. You worsened your crimes by pitching your tent with Adler,'

Kacey Russia is a place that harbours snow and freezing weather pretty much all year around. Its civilization is no doubt wearing heavy, warm coats, big walked off fur hard and gloves. Why in the hell had they brought us here somewhere that had freezing temperatures mostly below minus one? What the fuck were they thinking? I shivered. A warm blanket was wrapped around me. "Thanks." He smiled. "It'll be warm soon." Let's hope so or I'll freeze to death.

you are just a child! The response to that was so shocking that I nearly fell off: ‘You don’t need numbers when you have the courage to confront your enemy. I will take care of them right here and now! Well, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper, but after this mess, I’ve reached my boiling point. I AM SUBARU, THE BLADE OF OSAKA! AND I AM GOING TO UNLEASH MY RAGE AND KILL THEM ALL... AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME!’

Roman didn’t go easy on me—he promised he wouldn’t—but the bruises scattered across my arms and legs are a stark reminder of just how far I still have to go. The door creaks open, and I hear Ruslan’s boots hit the floor. I crack one eye open, watching as he strides in, his silver eyes narrowing the moment he sees me. “Solnyshka,” he greets, his voice low and tired, but then his gaze sharpens as it sweeps over me. I can practically see the shift in him when he notices the blue marks dotting my skin. His jaw tightens, and his fists clench at his sides.

" Shit. My stomach fell. I didn't intend to say that. Not in this manner. Not in this place. Now his wolves were gazing. Perplexed. Be mindful. Before Grayson could say another word, Dominic's horse thundered onto the bridge. "Savannah!" With a forceful leap, Dominic Russo reached for the weapon under his coat. He glanced between Grayson and me. Then at the wolf army behind him. "Back away from my wife," Dominic firmly stated.