Yuri Volkov Novels & Stories

He might as well have been talking to himself. Natasha found herself looking past Bianca where Lucas was holding up a test-tube in her direction, trying to make out the solution in the tube when he caught Natasha looking at him. He was about to smile when the test-tube fell from his hand after he was shoved by his lab partner. Natasha quickly turned back to her table, letting a tiny smile form on her face. Lucas approached the football court after lunch where he met Coach Mike, the tall, muscular African-American with a shaven head and thick eyebrows, which almost formed into a uni brow.

I tried to reason with Zander to get Derek out of all of this. It was true. It wasn’t his fault I taunted him to piss off his wolf. I knew better. I was about to say more when we were disrupted by clapping hands off the sidelines. I look over and see Alpha Whyatt and Beta Jake. Shit, I hope I’m not in too much trouble.

I spit out fiery. Arlette gulped, shifting on each leg. “Who were the guys?” I asked, staring at her naked body, her small curvy frame designed against the wall. Arlette shrugged, then answered my question. “Some Russians. I don’t know their names, but one guy, the main guy, his name was Dimitri Volkov,” she said. As if the guys being Russians didn’t give them off already, but fucking, Dimitri Volkov? That was the Bratva’s Pakhan and he was ruthless and as sneaky as a snake.

“There are rumors going around about Nikoli’s state of mind.” “What kind of rumors?” Yuri crossed his arms over his massive chest. He stood six inches over six feet and weighed in at three hundred pounds. His black hair was a prominent feature. He was a handsome man and a player as he carried the weight of his office well. People might not know he was head of the Russian Bratva outright, but they did know about the power he carried. “There is one man who is making waves about his obsession with this woman,” Kost told him quietly. “The things he is saying are making others start to listen. It could become a problem at some point.”

But as the tall figure strode confidently to the podium, every muscle in my body seized. No. It couldn't be. Those sharp cheekbones. That proud, aristocratic nose. The blonde hair - swept back from a high forehead. And those eyes—piercing gray, like the winter sky before a storm. "Ladies and gentlemen," the man at the podium began, his Russian accent lending a musical quality to his perfect English, "I am Valentin Volkov, Alpha of Pack Volkov." The world around me blurred as memories—not dreams, not visions, but actual memories from a thousand years past—slammed into me with physical force.

The scandal between Sofia Montero and Adam Kavanaugh dominated the headlines in Khalidan, and the man's lips twisted into a sinister smirk. This was Ivan Volkov, a powerful figure in the hidden European underworld, known for his ruthless control over international dealings, from arms trade to black-market networking. Years ago, Sofia had stumbled into his orbit when she was just a desperate seventeen-year-old, lost and stranded in Europe. She had been naive, with no money and no connections, and in her desperation, she had made a deal with Ivan, a deal she would later regret.

I inquired about the guy who have stolen her interest. "Kirill Volkov."

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

"Of course, I am. He is your fucking replacement. Got any issues with that, you should try proving to me that you are fucking better than this. Get that?!" Swallowing, he nodded and backed away from me before leaving my study. Moments later, Volkov walked in, looking all sweaty. I grimaced, disgust filling my body. "Why do you look like that?" "I have been training," he replied, his breath heavy and uneven. "Yuri said you asked to see me." "Of course, I did." I replied as I turned the book I was holding over. "What do you think about replacing Yuri?" He frowns. He should be happy that I am choosing him. Why the fuck is he frowning.