Hermione Viktor Novels & Stories

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

Throughout the process, Herwin spoke to the patients in a jovial tone about what he was doing, and then listened to them as they opened their hearts to tell him of the miseries their lives had brought them. Viktor was secretly impressed by the behavior of his friend and wanted to be more like him. Obviously, from previous visits, Herwin knew what to expect, but it was more than just that. He had manners that were more like a Cleric than a Wizard, from what Viktor had seen during the short time he had been in school. Sister Miranda accosted Herwin and Viktor as they were washing their hands in the bowl the priestesses had provided, just as the temple bells signaled noon.

Fine, sounds like your life is under complete control, I won't bother you any longer,highness," she said then the call went dead. I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at it in disbelief. "She hung up, didn't she. The witch is crazy," Viktor stated and I nodded. He then told me never to meet her or I could become bound by her evil dark magic. I shivered slightly and suddenly missed Grim very badly. I headed to Deagon's liquor cabinet and poured myself three fingers of his cognac. Javidan released the cat's into Deagon's house. He mentioned he needed a litter box and food. Viktor snapped his fingers, producing it all on the living room floor. I gulped down my cognac watching them with a f

Erik invited them in, and walked inside the chambers. As he entered the chambers, he saw his three wifes, Susan, Joan, and Leona, seated in the sofas around a low round table, talking and drinking tea. The two guests entered after Erik and were looking around the room with curiosity. The girls had put down their tea cups and got up from their seats. At that, the guests' attention went to them. "These are my wives that decided to accompany me in this summons to 'fix' the school. This is Susan Ravenclaw, Lady of Ravenclaw and the Hogwarts' castle."

“Let her speak.” Kate swallowed hard, her gaze shifting back to me. “There’s something I haven’t told you,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “Something that might help you understand why I’m here.” My pulse quickened at her words. “What is it?” She hesitated, glancing at Ronan before focusing on me. “Before Viktor was killed, he was working with someone else. Someone powerful. They were planning something big—something that would’ve destroyed everyone who stood in their way.”

Viktor said, shooting a charming smilе at Liam. "Alright, takе your timе. Maya, if you nееd anything, just lеt mе know," Liam said bеforе walking away. I turnеd to facе Viktor, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. "What do you want, Mr Draco?" Hе lеanеd in, his proximity sеnding shivеrs down my spinе. "Maya, isn't it?" hе said, his voicе low and husky.

Liam The voice echoes through the basement like a stone dropped into still water. "Hello, Zoe." I turn, and my blood turns to ice. Viktor stands in the doorway, tall and broad, his face half-hidden in shadow. He is older than I expected, his hair silver, his eyes the same grey as Zoe's. He moves with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who knows his prey cannot escape. "I have been waiting for you," he says. Zoe's hand finds mine. She is trembling, but her voice is steady. "How did you know we would come?"

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

“How is this possible? I saw it with my own eyes. The baby was wrapped in Leo’s blanket...” Suddenly, his pupils shrank. Gritting his teeth, he charged toward me. “Nina! Did you already know that wasn’t Leo? Why didn’t you say anything?” I clenched my fist and punched him hard in the face. “So what if it wasn’t Leo? That was still a life!” David clutched his eye socket, panic filling his gaze. “If it wasn’t Leo, then who was it? Who was it...” All at once, his eyes locked on Ariel.