Viktor Reznov Novels & Stories

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people

“ If you don’t mind me saying this, I think we have waited long enough. It’s best if we talked about what brought us here so we could handle more important matters. “ Viktor said. He was the head of the security detail to make sure all the ranks and Nikolai remained protected. “ More important issues? “ I asked while cocking my eyebrow at him. “ Yes. The war with the Russians, for example. “ He replied. I laughed, eliciting dirty looks from the ranks. “ Is there something funny with what he said? “Vincenzo asked. Everywhere there was disrespect towards me, Vincenzo had to be involved. “ As a matter of fact, there is. How do you expect to fight the Russians if you have battles in the family?

he agreed softly, “it isn’t.” Another silence fell, deeper this time, until Viktor finally spoke again, his voice lower, steadier, as if he had reached a decision. “The man who broke into your house—Dmitri Serov—he’s not just someone from my past. He’s someone I failed to finish dealing with.” Liana felt a chill slide down her spine. “You said his name like it meant something terrible.” “It does,” Viktor replied. “He was my partner once. Not in business—something closer to war. We built empires in parallel, shared enemies, shared blood. And then he crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.”

It was blurry, snapped from a security camera, but I could identify who Bianca was regardless. And next to her was some guy I'd never seen before. A large, broad-shouldered figure in a black suit, his stance confident, his presence intimidating even on screen. His features were angular, his jaw set, but there was something undeniably evil in him. "Who is it?" I breathed. "Viktor Androv," Damian snarled. "Russian arms dealer. Wealthy, powerful, and ruthless. If she's in partnership with him, then this is worse than we thought."

MAGNUS POV "I called the Frostfang Capital warrior trial grounds today, and guess who answered the communications mirror?" Ulrich Andersen grunts, rubbing his temples while the silver chalice of blood-wine sits untouched before him. Egon barks out a rough laugh, shifting his massive frame against his heavy carved wooden seat. "Do not tell me it was the Supreme Commander of the northern barracks." "A young sentinel prefect," Ulrich mutters darkly, his golden alpha eyes flashing with a headache. "A male submissive who confiscated Bartosz's training blade because he was carving runes into the dining hall table during strategic war council."

DEA I was putting together my presentation for the seminar for more than half the day, distracting myself from my real problems. When I opened the email last night, I was excited but it was short-lived when I read the names of the other scientists that were going to be there as well. Dr. Jason Yates stood out to me and all of a sudden I was a sobbing mess yet again but I found my happy place as I buried my head in Victor's pillow and inhaled a scent I could only relate to him.

The name sounds familiar, but I don’t get where I’ve heard the name from before. “You’re so busy getting beatings from your husband that you don’t know anything about Russia anymore.” she mumbles and a frown appears on my face. Zoya is right. I’m too caught up trying to put my marriage together. “He’s THE Viktor Ivanov. He’s in the Bratva? The strategists? The four reapers? Does that ring a bell?” She lists out and my mouth parts in shock. It’s really him. Now I know why his name sounded familiar.

Nick growls while everyone in the room gets ready for orders. Adrian shrugs his shoulder as he rubs his neck clearly in pain. "I was on my way to the bathroom to shower, Josh here was guarding me." He points at a passed-out Josh who's sprawled across the chair. "I've linked the doc," Robbie grunts. Thank fuck he did because I'm so consumed by my mate at the moment that I didn't even think about it.

The man’s eyes widened, and Lena caught the flash of recognition, terror sharpening. “Your internal contact,” Rafe said quietly, voice calm but lethal. “Tell me their name. Now.” The man’s eyes darted between them, sweat streaking his face. “I… I Viktor… Viktor Malenkov. He’s the one… he’s feeding the information…”