Yuri Briar X Reader Novels & Stories

'K, Killian. She stammers as I bring their dancing to a stop by standing in their way. 'Good evening, Wife.' I say, making sure to emphasise the word 'wife' while glaring straight at the Russian. It hits me as I stare at him, because I do recognise who he is and it takes all my effort not to reveal my shock. 'Yuri Macalov. The notorious Bratva Pakhan, who is known within our circles for his brutality and total lack of compassion, has his hands on my wife.'

Ezra’s aura must be rolling off me like fire. Briar bows and mutters something about seeing us later before bolting out the door. Now it’s just her and me. She stands slowly, like she senses the shift in the air. Step by step, she closes the distance, stopping inches from me. Her scent hits me all over again—wild and soft, like untouched woods after rain. My eyes betray me, flicking to her lips. She bites the bottom one. I feel my throat tighten as I swallow hard. Ezra is on edge inside me, growling, She’s ours.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

I laugh, trying to ease my nerves. “Awh, what a shame. Guess we’re going to have to try harder to make you feel better,” Liam says, twirling a piece of my red hair around his finger, just like Jace did earlier, except this time it made me feel disgust instead of calm. “So, Evanora. Have you had the chance to bask in the shiny white snow yet? It’s glorious at this time of night if you haven’t noticed,” Briar says nonchalantly, referring to the door.

Valia replied, a slow, brilliant smile breaking across her face—a smile that perfectly mirrored the Iron Queen's sharp wit. The stranger slid into the booth opposite her, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she extended a strong, slightly scarred hand. "I'm Briar." "Valia," she replied, wrapping her fingers firmly around the stranger's. As their hands met, the muffled chatter of the lounge faded into absolute nothingness. Valia looked into Briar’s guarded eyes and saw a dangerous, beautiful soul looking back—someone who didn't see a foundation director or a legacy name, but saw her.

His dark eyes brushed mine for a fraction of a second before he stepped out. My pulse quickened, my mind racing through possibilities. My parents? My sister? God forbid—Yuri? The door creaked. It was Liam. My breath caught. My Liam. The boy who had once held my whole heart, standing in Xavier’s house like a ghost from another life. But the moment I met his eyes, something inside me cracked. He wasn’t the Liam I remembered. His hair was disheveled, his face drawn sharp, his gaze cutting through me with accusation instead of love.

She replies. My heart thumps rapidly as if I'm having a heart attack because of her retort and I don't know why I don't like the idea that she wants to be free. And inside my heart, I just want her into my embrace and don't want to let her go but at some point, I can't do that. It's against her will. 'Harrison Bryne! You can't be greedy! She's not yours and will never be, okay?! Jeffrey can't have her so do you!' I thought to myself.