Hermione Viktor Novels & Stories

We never went back to the mansion after this, and I completely understand Kai’s decision not to go back. Thirteen-year-old Viktor sees them walking towards the staircase and scurries to get back in bed, but in his rush to get away, he doesn't see the dark shadow slinking around the corner towards his brother’s room. The witch targeted Dimitri from a young age; it seems. I wonder what made her decide to go with Dimitri and not our more vulnerable younger brother, Nikolai. But then again, Nikolai has the Volkov temper - whatever parasite was implanted in Dimitri would have wreaked havoc in Nikolai.

It was better this way since I wouldn’t need to seek Nick’s help in going home. After an hour, we reached home, and I walked straight into my uncle’s bedroom to check up on Hermione Averoff! She was the warrior wolf from our enemy pack, the Luceres Pack, and his mate! My uncle had abducted her and held her hostage to teach her twin, Alpha Zephyrus, the leader of the Luceres Pack, a lesson. Despite being the enemy, Hermione or Hera, as she preferred being called, was kind and beautiful. I liked her from the moment I met her.

She was born with it. “But,” I continue, “I think there’s someone else. A second thread tangled into the prophecy. One we didn’t see coming.” Soren frowns. “A second vessel?” he asks. “Maybe not a vessel. More like a mirror.” He waits for me to explain. “Erik and Scarlett told me about an old friend of his, Victoria. She showed up at Häxa yesterday morning. Erik said she lit up a rune stone like it was a spark waiting to catch. She’s never had any magical power before. Not even a flicker. And now she’s soaked in it.”

Victor said as Draco gave a curt nod. Victor's eyes glided to the small woman beside Draco and he checked her out shamelessly and then smirked. Fiona's jaw clenched before she snapped her fingers in front of him garnering his attention. "What are you looking at, Mr. Victor? Don't you know how to look respectfully at your queen?" She deadpanned sharply and his eyes went wide in shock and humiliation as he clenched his jaw looking around to find a few people gaping at them. He faced Draco waiting for him to put his wife in place but Draco said nothing and looked at Victor blankly.

"She was poisoned. Silver." "I thought silver doesn't kill lycans." "It doesn't. She was a werewolf." Who would dare to poison the king's mate? "Blithe. A cheerful woman with a dark soul. A half-breed. They were friends." That explains his hate for half-breeds. "What happened to her?" "I killed her. Ripped her heart out of her chest." He stayed silent after that. "Stay away from Eridian."who is that? "My brother." Oh... That was the name of the creepy man from downstairs. But if they were brothers why were they tense around each other?

Mrs Wachukwu stares at both girls in fury, waiting for there explanations. "Mum, I got it!" Someone's voice is heard, completely getting both girls attention. Just by looking at him, Alexandra could tell he was the supposed Raphael.

After Queen entered through the white door, she spotted Christopher Stallion dropping a lifeless child from his hand. She surveyed the room, where about twelve girls lay on different beds, surrounded by about twenty men. Shawn's voice broke through, asking, "What's happening?" "They're not here," she whispered. Her gaze fixed on Christopher Stallion, her intense hatred for him simmering. She longed to end him but knew she was vulnerable and he could easily extinguish her life. She pivoted, only for Christopher's command to freeze her in her tracks.

and went back into the room before a face could be seen. Nothing ordered. Nothing asked for. Reaching for the glass slowly. The smell arrived before it lifted. Clove smoke. Mint. Thumb running around the side of the glass. Nail catching something. A rough mark cut into the crystal. Turning the glass just a little. A snake. Rough and quick like done in a hurry. Coiled up on itself. Every drop of blood went cold. Syris was here. Alive. Varek had lifted him off the floor by his throat in front of five hundred people and he was alive and in this room right now.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.