How Old Is Viktor Krum In Goblet Of Fire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

I didn’t want to know anything about them. I focussed on little Fabian who was growing just as fast as his siblings and I loved every moment I got to spend with my grandchildren. Viktoria specifically. She had so many questions about becoming a hybrid that she was driving everyone in the castle slightly mad. She religiously ticked off every single day on her enormous calendar counting down the days to her fourteenth birthday. She was so convinced that she would meet her wolf, that she convinced everybody around her. I watched as the young ones grew up and I realized that Viktoria would make a much better queen and that her big brother Victor would be a king.

She looks stunning when she smiles. “And just how old are you?” I chuckled for the first time in weeks. “My Lord has been the Dark Lord for the past four thousand years and he created me just days after he came into power,” she sighed. “You’re four thousand years old?” my eyes widened. She really didn’t look a day over twenty four. “Yep!” she giggled at my state. “Wow! Wait, you said Draco came into power only four thousand years ago. How is that possible? I thought he’s one of the Higher Powers,” I frowned.

“No, most of us here are adults.” “I’m an adult,” the two said at the same time. “You both looked fifteen.” “Yeah? So are you,” Brock barked back. Sven buried his face in his palm. Even though he looked fourteen, he came from a medieval era since he had a Viking look. “I’m nine hundred and fifty-two years old. Wait a couple of years, and you get to try some.” The two conceded, hanging their heads down in a glum. Alex raised her hand. “I’m eighteen.”

He swung his feet off of the couch and tried to stand but his burned legs were not willing to support his weight. "WTF! I need to see them. Now!" "Viktor," she tried to sooth him. "Listen, you need more blood and time to recover. Your body sustained the brunt of the fire. William will be in shortly and you will need to talk with him before we go to Katana's." "Sam! No! I need to see Matthias." Viktor whined as William walked in and said, "Viktor, are you two years old or two thousand. Act your age!"

But unfortunately Dostov is very good at hiding his emotions. "I just told you, I don't know for sure about the birth of a new Valkyrie," she replied back kindly. "But you have information reporting the possibility, right?" I know I'm pushing him into a corner right now. But how else, we need that information for our plans. "Yes" he finally answered. Greg was starting to look interested. He pulled his feet off the table and sat up straighter on the couch. "I can't confirm that of course. No one can confirm a Valkyrie's identity until they are seventeen years old," he continued.

"You've scared him enough." Viktor finally spoke without taking his eyes off his monitors. "I think you need to talk to him before induction." His voice remained calm. "Or..." He glanced at me. "We postpone it until his sixteenth birthday." "I had mine at fourteen." Sergei immediately looked offended. "Stop treating him like a baby." "Tristan isn't you." Viktor finally looked away from the screens. "And for fuck's sake, stop interrupting." Sergei dramatically zipped his lips but it lasted all of three seconds. "How's your son?"

He stretched his hand toward me, but Viktor quickly shoved it away. “She’s just eighteen. She just turned eighteen a week ago! She’s still a minor. Stay away from her or I swear I’d kick your ass off this field,” Viktor growled. “I’m not a child. Stop treating me as one,” I said, almost annoyed. “If a guy says he likes me, it’s a compliment. After all, it’s only natural.”

The east wing dark no midnight meetings tonight, the operation running at its normal overnight rhythm. I checked the twins. Both asleep. Lia with her arms flung wide in the specific way that suggested she had been doing something energetic until the last possible moment before sleep claimed her. Sera on her side, composed even unconscious. I checked Viktor. Arms above his head. The jaw set. The face that was mine and also something else that was becoming less mine and more its own as he grew. Seven years old. In ten days he was going to meet Klaus. On his terms. At his pace. With his seven-year-old certainty navigating something enormous as if it were simply the next thing because for Vikto

“I’m not sure where Ben is. And I have no idea about the magic thing. Brianna and Marietta have talked to their coven members and the best we have right now is their original theory about his age. He is the only one of us under the age of twenty one.” “Speaking of that…how do you feel about being a cradle robber?” He laughs as he jumps out of my reach. My punch swings wild. “I mean you are five years older than him.” Another swing and dodge. I’m not trying to hit him, that would cause a scene. What I want is for him to shut the hell up. “I can see it though. I mean he does act older than you.” Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions