The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
Death is his middle name when messed with.........Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.His background was shrouded in mystery, but whispers of his brutal rise to power and merciless tactics had cemented his infamous reputation. Those who crossed him were dealt with swiftly and brutally, their fate a warning to others who dared to challenge his authority. He's known as Lucifer.Lucifer sat in his study going through some files when his Beta, Mikhail Baryshnikov Darkclaw, walked in. There is no difference with the two, just that Vladimir is the chosen one by the moon goddess to be the Alpha of the Pack but Vladimir chose him as his B
Lucifer walked out of his chambers out with his normal dark and ominous aura surrounding him. His cold face that could send shivers down anyone's spine. He's the definition of cuteness, a well crafted product from the Gods but he doesn't have a heart or maybe the Gods forgot to give him a heart. He stood at the main hall waiting for Mikhail to come down. 👥 Good morning Lord Marino.He ignored them as usual and started walking out. " Don't you dare leave me" Mikhail threatened, waking out of his chambers too. Lucifer turned, he looked at him coldly but still ignore him. Mikhail has always been his good friend ever since they were pups. Mikhail is the only step brother that cared for him and he would anything to make him happy. His father married two wives. The first wife was the crowned Luna Diamond, beautiful and gentle as a dove. She gave birth to three children. Vladimir, Alexander and Delight. The second wife was gentle but was strict. She's a concubine, concubine Loveth. She g
★★★ NEXT MORNING~~~KIZHI VILLAGE★★★★★7AM★★The morning sun cast long shadows over the modest houses of Kizhi Village. Several sleek, black cars halted in front of April's house, their presence a stark contrast to the rustic charm of the village. Maria was already sitting outside, anxiously awaiting the inevitable. She knew they would come early to collect the money she owed. As the men emerged from the cars, she scanned their faces, searching for any sign of Lord Mikhail or Lord Marino, but neither was there. She sighed heavily, her heart sinking.Luciano walked towards her with a commanding presence, his black attire immaculate and his demeanor cold. His every step exuded authority, making the men around him appear even more menacing."Miss Maria Lopez," one of the men read from a ledger, "you owe us 2 million dollars, which you collected on November 26th last year."Maria swallowed hard, her gaze locked onto Luciano. "I know, but I don't have the money with me," she admitted, her v
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhail’s brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. “That explains a lot—the unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. It’s… genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means they’ll be prepared for almost anything. They’ll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.” Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. “Prepared or not, they’re going to answer for everything they’ve done. Tonight, we end this.” His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. “DVV’s agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. They’ve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, we’ll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no
The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.” A ripple of shock coursed through the room. Damon’s face contorted in disbelief, pain flashing in his eyes. Aiden’s father—the man who had abandoned him and Damon, who had left them to fend for themselves in a world full of dangers—was now at the helm of the Shadows, the organization that had inflicted so much pain on
Night had settled deeply around the mansion, casting long shadows as the group gathered for dinner. Although everyone seemed engaged, sharing stories and laughter, Lucifer sat at the table, looking distant. His gaze lingered on his plate, the weight of everything bearing down on him. No one dared to ask about his mood—they knew he wouldn’t talk. They understood this silence too well, the unspoken pain that hung over him like a heavy cloud.Dinner concluded, and Aiden was shown to his room. He was still unpacking when a soft knock came at the door. Curious, he opened it to find Lucifer standing there. But before Aiden could speak, Lucifer wrapped him in a tight embrace, surprising him. “Thank you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming back… and for bringing my father back safely.”Aiden’s surprise softened into understanding. He knew that for Lucifer, this was more than just a family reunion; it was a moment of deep release, a blend of gratitude, love,
The atmosphere in the room had shifted into a bittersweet calm. After Luna Loveth’s fainting spell, Vlad had carefully carried his mother into a quieter room to rest. Chris, Aiden, and Damon stayed nearby, ensuring she was comfortable and wouldn’t be startled if she woke up disoriented. Damon couldn’t seem to shake his elation—his big brother was back. For years, he’d felt there was something familiar about Aiden, something he’d never quite understood. Now, everything made sense. As they settled back, Aiden’s gaze softened, landing on a small bundle Damon was holding. Damon looked down at his adopted son, Alex, a bright, energetic toddler who was clinging to his father’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity at the new faces.“Let me hold him,” Aiden said with a gentle smile, stretching his hands toward the child. Damon didn’t hesitate and carefully passed Alex over. Aiden cradled Alex with practiced ease, his eyes softening with every giggle and babble from the child.Damon’s expressio