Yuri Cod Novels & Stories

Ever since I had walked in as Ryu’s personal maiden, he had always been in my business, wanting out for me. As I walked out of my chambers, heading for the assembly, my ears picked up a strange wave of sound. It was basic ultrasound, high frequency, enough to make the average wolf bleed, but then it was a form of communication that could be decoded with cell. I grabbed my cell, raising it in the direction of the ultrasound. Just as I expected, letters began to appear on the cell, and the sound started to fade. “Meet me at the mountaintop by sundown. Come along and uphold your honor.” The text read.

The danger of my best friend being right upstairs somehow ignited something primal in both of us. “Stay quiet,” Kael growled softly against my ear. His deep voice vibrated through my whole body. Then he started moving again, slow at first but completely relentless. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in with controlled power. The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy echoed softly in our hidden corner of the basement. I bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle my moan, tasting the salt on his skin while my nails raked down his tattooed back.

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

Hailey asks as she sets the table as the rest of the family start to come into the room. Gideon, Idris’s son, walks slowly to give his mother a hug good morning. Beatrice, Ava’s daughter, walks towards the kitchen dragging her little chair to the sink to wash her hands. Nathaniel and Mabel set their one-year-old twins Lucinda and Lucas in the crib in the living room. Colton, Ava’s husband, and Idris walk in through the back door carrying groceries and supplies for the house. The wolves’ home was full of life, not a single outsider can predict the weight of what they were prophesized hours before. “Vor is Frey’s sister. She’s one of the gods that protect Yord. She’s one of the most powerful b

Despite the low orange light in the sauna, everything about him pops his tattoos, his monstrous strength and superior muscles. Strands of his now longer hair fall over his forehead, some of them fell over his icy blue eyes. Those dangerous, ethereal ones. Nothing about Rhys is idle, even his casual posture says so. Leaning back on his elbows, he tilts his head in my direction. “Are you going to stand there all day?” “Where's Yuri?” “Yuri has an errand to run.” “I'll just come back after you're done.” “Nonsense. Come in.”

Tamayo could not help laughing when he looked at Yuri in surprise. “Yuri Cash, your tendons just recovered. Do you want them broken again?” “You can try to break them!” Yuri replied coldly.

Yuri, dressed in a robe, slowly stepped out of the car in the middle with crossed arms. “Yuri Musashi?!” Everyone froze after seeing Yuri’s face. Even Kairi frowned. Cameron, who was showing off just before, looked on with twitching eyes. Naturally, he knew just how impressive Yuri was. “What? Can’t wait to die after you just got away?” Harvey taunted. He grinned, as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Are you done with whatever you need to do? “Where did you pick your burial spot? I’ll take a look at it for you! Free of charge!

- Kellion, said. A gasp, and then Kathy released him and pushed his head away. " Are you all right, Yuri? " - Kathy, asked. His cocked aching painfully at the terrible sense of loss of being parted from Kathy's lovely pair of breasts, he managed a strained smile. " Yes, of course. " - Yuri, said. He heard Kellion laugh behind him, and Yuri, for once, did something improper. He flipped his president the finger behind his back. 'Damn you, Kellion Mico Argyros'. He had been drowning happily, but the bastard just had to cut his pleasure short.

"And is Yuri a vampire as well?" Colin stepped toward her, moving his hands to her chin, and looked in her eyes. "There are Weres and yes some are wolves, some are big cats, bears, and even a dragon still exists. There are Druids and fae as well. And Yuri is my child. I created him 2729 years ago. He has been leapfrogging through time with me." Aria nodded. "Okay, I cannot wait to explore the real world with you. As I told you earlier, there is nothing you can not tell me. I love everything about you. Even your child, though, is still on my naughty list."

But Alex is all business, and if he thinks he’s dragging me back to Chicago to face my father, he’s going to have a fight on his hands. I kick and thrash and suddenly Yuri, the huge, tattooed Russian who sits and watches the DJ, Lucy, every night with a moon face, steps in front of us, blocking Alex. “Put girl down.” His accent is as thick as his meaty arms. You gotta love Yuri. I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure he’s ex-mafia, too. Or bratva—whatever they call Russian mafiya. His tattoos read like a rap sheet and when he’s not looking moony at Lucy, his expression promises death to anyone who gets in his way or looks too long at his girl.