Yuri Volkov Romane & Geschichten

Who did they choose? "Nikolai Volkov." Summer opened a photo on her phone. I turned it to show us. “Ex-Russian FSB, ex-deep cover. Freelance specialist now. His specialty is in locating people who have both the means and the skills to avoid detection. As far as professional success rate, he is one hundred percent. He has never not found a target. Never." The photograph featured a man in his early forties. Completely bland forgettable face. Average build. The type of person who could disappear into any crowd and not be seen or remembered.

Not disappointment either. Mostly it was something close to laughter. The specific, slightly hysterical kind that comes after weeks of bracing for impact and discovering the impact had already happened somewhere else entirely, to someone else, in a different decade, for reasons that had nothing to do with you. Aleksei Volkov had spent two years watching a nineteen-year-old girl. Had built a case, a marriage record, a hidden stake in his company, a letter that said whatever you have taken from her, give it back. Had stepped in front of a truck for both his son and a girl he had decided was extraordinary.

I know him or rather his name sounds familiar. Mikhail Volkov. He’s a member of the Bratva and a member of the four reapers. I’ve not heard good stories about him and Mikhail is known to be the most unhinged one from all four of them. They are all known to be ruthless, but Mikhail is just out of this world. “I…” “You’re stalling, get down. Now.” His voice is cold and intimidating and I don’t know when my hands move and I open the car door, stepping out from the car.

Every single nerve in my body came to life, erasing every rational thought in my body. Wetness pooled in my center and I was more than certain that if he wanted to fuck me right there on that wall, I wouldn’t resist. “Sir?” A voice said, breaking up apart. I scrambled away from him and avoided looking at Markos or Derek—the one who’d interrupted us. “What?” Markos asked a little bit too aggressively. “Ivan is asking for you,” Derek answered. I could see him staring at me but I didn’t dare look at him. He scrambled away soon after, leaving Markos and me there.

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

You don't know how to fucking drive? Yeah, I do! But we're doing this fucking fast and furious kinda shit, for when we are in need. This new job I have with the council is no joke. Two years ago before Ricky met Livie, we were contacted by Alpha Blake, the former leader of the Primord's Pack. He had word that the alpha in charge of the pack Livie was from was the main ringleader of a big dark operation.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

She exchanged a wary glance with Zoe, who nodded imperceptibly, her eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of treachery. Without hesitation, Ulrich and Zoe charged towards the suspicious scent, their paws pounding the earth in unison. They burst through the underbrush, confronting a shocking sight: one of their own pack members, a young werewolf named Akira, stood frozen, a look of guilt etched on his face. Akira's eyes darted towards Ryker's pack, then back to Ulrich and Zoe, his expression betraying his betrayal. Ulrich's heart raced with anger and disappointment, her mind reeling with the implications.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”