How Old Was Viktor Krum In Goblet Of Fire Novels & Stories

Draco admitted back. "One day," Daemon said as he reluctantly headed toward the door, "someone's going to ignore your orders." Draco answered without hesitation. "They're welcome to try." Daemon looked back at me one last time and offered an exaggerated bow. "I'll collect that dance another night, Crimson Mistress." I smiled politely. "I'll think about it." "You'll miss me." He winked back. I smirked and said, "I doubt that." He laughed. "I definitely like her."

He reached into his pocket slowly, making sure Xavier saw every movement. "Big words for a boy who just got off a plane from London," Viktor mused. He pulled out a crumpled, yellowed photograph and held it up. He flicked the photo toward them. I "Tell me, Xavier," Viktor’s voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. "Does the 'little bird' know why her mother really died? Does she know about the deal made eighteen years ago in the snow of St. Petersburg? Xavier’s jaw tightened, his grip on my arm becoming almost painful. For the first time, I felt a tremor in his hand. Not fear but a simmering, volcanic rage.

His pale skin and sharp crimson eyes hadn’t changed, but there was a new warmth in them — the warmth of a man who had finally found peace. “She’s getting stronger every day,” Damien said. “And more unpredictable.” As if on cue, a burst of golden-violet energy exploded in the training field below. A young girl with long dark hair and striking tri-colored eyes (silver, crimson, and violet) was floating several feet off the ground, laughing as sparks of magic danced around her. Liora Voss-Crowe-Vale, five years old in age, but physically and magically closer to twelve. The living embodiment of their love and sacrifice.

“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

"Fine!" Lucia- I believe that he's Viktor's Son! Because the likeness is unmistakable. Viktor Von Klaus is thousands of years old! He couldn't even pinpoint his birth year. And he was beyond power hungry! He wanted, no needed to be the best EVERYTHING! The best Lycan, Vampire, Warlock, Dragon... Everything! And he put the 'A' in Arrogant! Everyone was beneath him and he was Never satisfied!

Markus chuckled, “your father is 43 years older than myself.” “How can Iris be 67, but father is 170, this is impossible, she was his mother after all!! Surely you’re joking!” Rex exclaimed, this seemed like a bad joke, like Markus was having him on. “She told you she was 67?” smirked Markus, “Cheeky woman.” The look Markus gave while saying that left Rex with 100 questions, just how old was Iris, age must be different here to the realm is from. Seeing the look of confusion on Markus’s face he added in, “The leader of Dracones elders, Jurmund, just celebrated his 400th birthday not a month ago.”

She was the spitting image of me at that age and I would never have said it out loud, but she was also the love of my life besides Fynn. At young Victor’s fourteenth birthday party, little Viktoria was furious that she couldn’t turn yet, and she searched for a calendar. Although the entire family loved the library, she seemed to find it to be a sanctuary like me and I was on my way to find a book when I found her with a bunch of printed-out calendars strewn all around her.

My emotions were all over the place. I was falling in love with this man with whom I was going to spend the rest of my life, and it was going to be a long life. Werewolves lived for hundreds of years. Once they hit their mid-twenties, they would age about a year every decade. Not quite eternal youth but no wonder they kept that knowledge from humans. Now, Kristof, Noah and Michel had gone on the mission with nine others, and I was worried they were going to get hurt. Viktor was a psycho. He wanted Kristof dead and me... God, no... Goddess knows why he wanted me.

Lord Voldemort yelled as an evil aura lurked around him and his eyes blazed with fire "What..... what....do u...just say?" Summer asked in a voice which seemed like whisper as she crashed on the floor "Summer!!"

She wondered. She was going to ask Emma once again their ages, from the look of things, it seems the Lycan gene was becoming more obvious than their actual nature. Three and a half years old children, looking and sounding more like twelve years old kids. "Grandmother, can you tell us a story tonight? Mummy's stories look old now." Drago said. Luna Malfoy laughed. "Oh Drago, why will you say such a thing? Lullabies never get old." She told him.