Viktor Reznov Novels & Stories

“Who?” Elena hesitated, glancing at Viktor, whose sneer faltered slightly. “Tell me,” Aaron demanded. “Elena,” Viktor growled. “Don’t.” Elena’s lips pressed into a thin line before she finally said, “A man named Konstantin Volk. He’s the one pulling the strings. If you kill Viktor, Konstantin will come after you—and he’s much worse.” Aaron’s jaw clenched as the weight of her words sank in. This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning of something far more dangerous.

Each page was a carefully constructed weapon, waiting to be deployed. The memories of my previous life flickered at the edges of my consciousness – a constant reminder of the betrayal that had once destroyed me. Alexander's ultimate act of treachery had been a storm that had annihilated everything I once believed in. Here, with the Chen family, I was reconstructing myself. Transforming. Becoming something far more powerful and strategic than I had ever been before. Victor Volkov's persistent interest continued to be a calculated chess move. The Russian investor wasn't merely interested in medical research; he saw something deeper. Something that could potentially reshape global power dynamic

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”

Donatello smiled, kissing the crown of my head as he did “she gave me you, Nathan. I know it doesn’t make sense now, and you might say that I could have told you that earlier. Yes, maybe I could and should have, but I am proud of the man that you have become Nathan…” “I am proud of you, Nathan Kozlov”

She further said, the beta of the pack had chosen it and not Arthur himself. “Beta? Who is this Beta?” I asked. “Oh the Beta?” she asked back with a shy giggle. “Yes, who is he?” “He is Dennis. He is the strongest of all in the pack...well after the Alpha and I think he is the most handsome of all werewolves...” she added dreamily. I could tell she was in love with Dennis with the way she spoke of him and the way her eyes glinted as she spoke.

Viktor Svyatoyvich? Russian’s richest arms/weapon lord. What in the hell? “Does my face and name ring a bell?” “How are you Selena’s father?” I asked with a glare. Viktor Svyatoyvich has quite a dangerous reputation and how in hell is he even related to Selena. He is from freaking Russia! Although there was a news of Viktor, years ago about losing his wife and his daughter missing. I read about it. I read about him.

He brought me here and I hated him for it. "Go away." I pleaded. "No." He answered. "What Doria said was out of line. You are not a money hungry rat and there is no need to prove that to anybody. You are a confident, strong woman who has single handedly raised a heathy young boy for ten years from nothing but your own pocket. If that isn't girl power, I don't what is." I needed him to stop. I absolutely hated that some part of me loved that I was getting the recognition I deserved. Perhaps I needed it but ai didn't want to hear those words from Nikolas Sica.

“The attack wasn’t yours.” Nazyr exhaled once, sharp and displeased. “It never is when cowards hide behind my name.” Vincenzo’s mouth curved slightly. “Viktor Orlov.” A pause. Then: “Dead,” Nazyr said. Not a promise. A schedule. “They crossed my borders,” Vincenzo continued. “Used Bianca Romano as leverage. Left messages meant to confuse Antonio.” “They failed,” Nazyr replied. “Antonio confuses himself well enough.”

Of course he was. “And this power, how do you intend to help me get it?” A moment of silence stretched between us. Minutes passed and he still stared at me absentmindedly like he was in deep thought. With a heave of a shaky breath, he rose from his seat as her ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “The pakhan of Russian Bratva. Viktor Nikolai Advik.” The glass in my hand shattered, my blood trickled down my clothed thigh, my eyes stayed widened and unblinking and I remained unmoving.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.