Silco X Viktor Novels & Stories

Lori served the dinner and all the foreplay was forgotten as we stuffed our faces. "I want to thank you again for your suggestion, it worked and I owe you," Vlad said firmly to Viktor. Viktor grinned and said that he would be rewarded later for his knowledge and glanced all gooey eyed at my son. I pulled Silvar's hand and dragged him into the pantry. "What is going on with you and Viktor, don't feel ashamed, just be honest," I mumbled softly and he smiled. "He might be my pereche, I feel it in my heart, it goes crazy when I'm next to him and he's going to teach me things tonight," he told me excitedly.

Ready for the kill. She turned and looked at her master, with eyes full of flames. Viktor slowly walked up to her, taking control of her mind. He let his fangs elongate, piercing Saphira's skin and starting to take her blood. Saphira kicked and screamed, trying to stab him with her knife. He easily flung the blade across the room, hearing the clanging as it hit the wooden floor and smashed into the corner of the room, leaving a trail of Emma's blood.

acting as a poison to their void-tainted essence. Victor was a pillar of icy precision. He had discarded his tuxedo jacket, his white shirt sleeves already stained with the grey soot of dissipated drones. He fired the silver-core pulse pistol with surgical rhythm, each shot hitting the "core" of a Void-Eater just as Kael flushed them out of cover. "Julian, they’re funneling toward the center!" Victor shouted over the hiss of evaporating shadows. "Silas is trying to bait your Nova! If you release it all now, you’ll collapse the floor!"

Confident. Torchlight shifted. Shadow over my cell. I looked up. His Ice blue eyes. Cruel smile. Back already. He's ready to start. I held his stare. No fear. No pleading. "Viktor."

** I smiled despite everything. “You’re making a mistake,” I told Viktor. “Damien Voss is still alive. And he’s going to enjoy tearing you apart when he recovers.” Viktor raised his gun. “Wrong answer.” Before he could fire, I dropped to the ground. Gunfire exploded from the shadows behind me. Rico had disobeyed orders and brought men anyway. Chaos erupted. I rolled behind a container and came up shooting. Viktor roared and charged at me with two of his men. I shot one in the knee. The other tackled me hard, slamming me into the ground.

Sierra protested. Her linebacker-looking friend stepped in, squaring her shoulders. "Dude, seriously, that is so creepy. Walk away." "She's mine." I glared at the friend, who widened her eyes at my soldiers surrounding us. I turned to Sierra. "Isn't that right?" Sierra eyed me. "Like cattle? No thank you." "Come on," I drew her further away from her protective friend. "I can get you to VIP and we can have more privacy-" "Stop it!" She wrestled her arm free. "I don't think you understand that I don't want to talk to you right now."

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

His chest was very tight as if the juice of his life sucked by unwillingness. Viktor, the little boy, stood proudly and became the first person to shovel dirt to cover his father's grave. The rest of Vasilio's men followed until the tomb formed a high mound. A large black stone stuck at the far left of the mound, right at Vasilio's head. On the stone, the name Vasilio Heraksel is engraved. 'His Majesty and Immortal Vasilio Heraksel: Lord of the dark magicians, father of the young master Viktor friz Heraksel, lover of the goddess Arlcia. Rest in peace and live happily up there.

Viktor replied to Xander. I sighed with relief at Viktor's answer. “But go ahead, I have someone to tell you that will answer your questions,” he added. "What? Are you the CEO of a big company? Are you a member of a Mafia? Or maybe you're a drug lord?" Xander asked him. “It’s more than what you said,” Viktor told him. "Because Erica loves me. That's enough to make me proud!" he continued. Xander was silent because of what Viktor had said. In his response, I knew Xander was already affected.

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?"