Yuri Volkov Novels & Stories

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” Silence fell over the room. The auctioneer paused, then smiled. “Two hundred and fifty thousand. Do I hear two-seventy-five?” No one spoke. The gavel came down with a decisive crack. “Sold. To Mr. Mikhail Volkov.” Samira’s stomach flipped. Mikhail Volkov , ruthless Russian oligarch turned tech billionaire, known for his cold precision in business and even colder dominance in private. He rose from his seat, tall and commanding, and walked toward the stage with predatory grace. When he reached her, he didn’t speak. He simply lifted her chin with two fingers and looked into her eyes, his steel-gray gaze piercing straight through her.

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.

But for the people around us, they were already cowering in submission. “I... I..” she splutters. Kia is getting more and more frustrated with this she-wolf and pushes her aura out more, making her presence felt even more. I suddenly recognized her. She’s the she-wolf draped all over Blackwood this morning... “Is there a problem Beta?” a rich husky voice asks behind me. I slowly turn around and come face to face … with Zander Blackwood.

“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.”

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.

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.

It was clear that the man did not like the Volkovs. "I admire Sylvester. He is the redemption the Volkov lineage needed. Yuri is scum, and we cannot let someone like him take over our world. It would be worse than Dimitri and Maurice. Those two would be great rulers compared to the scum. He is driven by greed and a thirst for power. His appetite keeps growing bigger, and his thirst can never be quenched. He needs to be put down for the sake of peace." Grey said confidently, and I was partially comfortable with him.

This wasn't a trick to see if I was a spy. Viktor Volkov, the Butcher of the North, the man who had ordered the hit on my family, actually loved the girl I was pretending to be. He was obsessed with the shadow of Rai Kirov, and he was falling in love with the venom of Evelyn Prokofiev. "You really mean it," I breathed, my mind spinning. "Every word."

'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.'