Viktor Reznov Novels & Stories

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

"A girl who suddenly speaks perfect English. A daughter who tries to send the strongest Lord of the council into a mountain of C4." He stopped directly in front of me, leaning in until our noses almost touched. "Or perhaps," Zima whispered, "Rai had nothing to do with this. Because Rai Kirov is currently unconscious in a room three miles from the data center. Which leaves us with the question... who the hell are you?" Viktor stood up, his shadow stretching across the floor like a shroud. "The mask is very good, darling," Viktor purred, pulling a combat knife from his belt. "But the heart... the heart always beats too fast when you're lying to a Volkov.”

Dante said. “His name is Viktor Krasnov. He is thirty-two years old. Took over after his father died nine months ago. He’s young, but he’s fierce and calculated. Not the type to rush in blindly. He’s been building quietly. It expanded into arms manufacturing, has strong political connections in St. Petersburg, and controls several ports. His grandfather had a major falling out with your grandfather over territory and a betrayal that cost the Krasnovs a lot of money and men. Viktor grew up hearing those stories. He sees this as unfinished business.”

Alessandro grabbing my waist and pecking my cheek. "Can you guys do that shit later? Ian complained rolling his eyes. "We have to torture this mother fucker" "Why did you kill my father" I bluntly asked Ivan. "I've killed a lot of fathers, sweetheart, elaborate." He flashed me a wicked smile showing his rotten teeth, and he had a small gold tooth on the bottom row. "Mateo Knight," I jammed my knife further into his thigh, and he let out a scream in pain. "Why the fuck did you kill him" I came closer to him, my eyes level with his, but all he did was whine, blood spilling from his thigh.

Because when you carried names, secrets, and damning truths about the Sovereign Accord, you didn’t request appointments—you demanded attention. The man they were here to meet had once been one of the Accord’s founding architects. A ghost on every intelligence watchlist. A man who hadn’t been seen publicly in almost ten years. Vladimir Reznikov. “Why now?” Cassandra asked as they trudged through the snow. “Why is he suddenly willing to talk?” “Because he knows what’s coming,” Natalie said quietly. “And for the first time, it’s something he didn’t plan.” Adrian remained close, scanning the shadows. “Let’s just hope he still has something to lose.”

We’d walked quite a distance away from everyone but he wasn’t satisfied. He was an introvert and hated noise, ‘according to his words. But I think this spot we were in was perfect. “This is so much we can go, Vorga.” In just the few minutes that I spent with him, we had become so close that I could casually speak to him.

“It means Viktor knows Raisel is his daughter. I failed to keep her hidden.” Her lips quivered as she spoke, and the weight of her words hit me like a punch to the chest. Viktor Morozov—the name alone was enough to make most people shudder. He wasn’t just any mafia boss; he was the Reaper of Russia, a man whose mere presence spread terror across Europe until my grandfather dismantled the Morozov empire. Yet Viktor had survived, keeping his brutal reign alive within the borders of Russia. And now, Raisel was his target. “I’ll protect her,” I said, the resolve in my voice unshakable. “Neither Viktor nor his men will lay a hand on her.”

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Draven’s POV The call ended. I lowered the phone onto my desk without making a sound and leaned back in my chair. My gaze settled on the city lights glowing beyond the office windows, but my thoughts remained on the conversation I’d just had. Viktor Sokolov. The head of the Russian Bratva. The man had exactly the reputation I’d expected him to have. Professional. Calculated. Direct. He hadn’t wasted my time with threats. He hadn’t tried to impress me. He hadn’t puffed out his chest. He simply laid out the facts, told me he was coming to Limelight tomorrow evening, informed me he’d be bringing armed security, and made one thing perfectly clear. They weren’t coming for us. That wasn’t weakness

Don Alessandro Dominic. The Don looked Julian up and down like he was inspecting livestock. “You brought… this… to a family event?” Caesar’s smile was all teeth. “His name is Julian. He’s my partner. Consider it a gift, Father.” The old man’s lips curled. “You always did love your little surprises.” A voice from the side, smooth with an Eastern European accent. “Some things never change.” Mikhail Reznik. Julian’s blood turned to ice. That name, he’d seen it in the files. In the Truth room.