Viktor Reznov Novels & Stories

I felt my cheeks heat. Alpha Evelyn hummed in agreement, her gaze almost judgmental. I controlled Astrid from surfacing. I smiled. “Who said you don’t have other assets? And I mean material wise.” Everyone looked at me stunned. I continued when no one interrupted. “Crescent pack specializes in making handmade fabrics. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Even though it was a white lie, I saw Alpha Vector’s face brighten. “And Greenwood has one of the biggest libraries among all the packs around the world.” Alpha Evelyn jutted her chin proudly.

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

Since they could not trust either the council or its allies at the moment, they had to rely on personal clusters. Viktor, who was born in Konigsberg in 1695, had made and fostered many useful friendships over the centuries. The first thing that occurred to us was a friend from his youth who, with his wife and children, had withdrawn from the political events around the Elevender at the end of the 18th century. He had previously been a council member of the Legion, and when he retired from active service because of his mate, his counterpart, Viktor had recommended Markus as his successor. Ezekiel would certainly not have considered the young, cold, opaque man on his own if Viktor hadn't insis

Couldn't run. Julian they just threw on the ground. Kicked a few more times for good measure. A man walked in. Older. Well-dressed. Expensive suit. Cold eyes. Viktor Kovlov. "Mrs. Nero," he said. Perfect English but heavily accented. "We met at last. I've heard so much about you." "Fuck you." He smiled. "Such spirit. I see why Nero is so obsessed. You're quite... captivating. Even pregnant and bloodied. There's something about you."

Walking away, I moved toward the grand fireplace, feeling the warmth on my skin as I stood. “What’s the name of the private collector?” I asked trying to change the conversation. A low chuckle rumbled behind me. “Fine,” Enzo drawled. “His name is Viktor Pavlenko. Russian. Powerful. Dangerous. And extremely paranoid.” My eyes narrowed as I heard him. A Russian? “And how do we convince him to give us the painting?” I asked frowning.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience. The idiot noble with green hair and cat-colored contact lenses, on the other hand, is making every attempt not to feel as ridiculous as he looks. “Now, now. That is not becoming of a servant or a pet,” he’s recovered from the blow and has refreshed interest, given McDougan’s position. Green’s fake yellow eyes fell on the others quickly before returning focus to the girl. His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags.