Silco X Viktor Novels & Stories

Viktor’s gaze remained cold and calculating, his fingers twitching with impatience as if he were ready to pounce at the slightest sign of weakness. She knew she had to do something. Anything. But what? They were trapped. Silvio had them cornered, and the revelation of Viktor’s involvement confirmed that they weren’t just fighting one enemy—they were fighting a war on two fronts. “Silvio,” Sophia said, her voice shaking but steady. “What is it you want? Why do this?”

I can't hide secrets from her. "So uhm, I'm in a relationship with Prince Rhyker." I declared in a rush. There was a big silence, suddenly she screamed loudly that I had to place my phone away from my ear. "Are you don-" Nope, she isn't done. "I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY FOR YOU, YOU BITCH." That was unexpected. - I walked back to the hall, I finished talking with Faine who was threatening to Rhyker if he ever hit me, she will cut his dick off then send it to his family member and I'm pretty sure she will since she isn't afraid of the royal.

His cold gray eyes swept over the scene: the tangled bodies on the altar, the dripping milk, the thick scent of sex hanging heavy in the tropical air. Valeria stepped forward, her posture tense. “Uncle. You were not invited.” Viktor’s gaze locked on Sophia’s rounded pregnant belly and the warm trails of milk still running down her skin. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. “We don’t need invitations to claim what should belong to us.” The encrypted stream was still live. Over 37 million viewers watched in stunned silence as the confrontation unfolded on camera.

Viktor and I shed what rags we had, standing bare, scars mirroring each other—hunter marks on him, wolf bites on me. 'Bind us,' Tessa said, lying back on the stone, legs parting. Vines responded to her words, coiling gentle around our wrists, linking us in a loose circle. Suspense built as I knelt first, mouth to her pussy, tongue lapping slow. She moaned, fingers in my hair. 'Silas... yes.' Her taste—sweet, musky—grounded me, pulling the curse's heat from my veins. Viktor watched, breath heavy, his cock hardening.

"Touch her, and I rip your heart out through your spine." Victor was there. He didn't walk; he moved like a blur of dark shadow and lethal intent. He slammed into the space between Elodie and Silas, his shoulder hitting the elder with enough force to send the old man stumbling back. Victor’s aura flared, a crushing weight that made the lights flicker.

Viktor cried, which I hadn't fully expected, though by now perhaps I should have the controlled version of him had quietly stopped being the only version some time ago, and this seemed like exactly the kind of moment the other version had been saving itself for. "Names," Camille said, eventually, once the room had settled into the particular hush that comes after the largest thing that's ever happened to you turns, briefly, ordinary. "You two have had nine months and I'm fairly sure you've discussed nothing." "We discussed plenty," Viktor said. "We discussed nothing," I said. "We discussed the studio wall extensively. We did not discuss names." Viktor looked at the two of them. Then at me.

"Sorry, I just wanted to protect you. There are things you don't know, and I don't want anything bad to happen. Flashback off * The long night continued, and the fights and killings continued. Gunshots echoed in the wilderness, and Sili's screams of pain and pleas for mercy alternated. Tonight, in a village that had been uninhabited for a long time, there was a fight over traitors. A group of mafia led by Mike is chasing the traitors. This is what Mike does: if there are some groups that dare to betray, then he will destroy them, and there will be no survivors.

“Relax. If I wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” “Who are you?” Alaric demanded, his voice cold and sharp. The figure leaned forward, revealing a man with silver hair and piercing green eyes. His tailored suit was immaculate, his demeanor unnervingly calm. “You can call me Viktor,” he said. “I represent... interested parties who are closely watching the developments around Elona.” Alaric’s jaw tightened. “What do you want with her?” “Not just her,” Viktor replied, his gaze unflinching. “Her lineage. Her claim. The chaos her existence could unleash.” He rose to his feet, his movements measured and deliberate.

“You made it.” Viktor nodded, his expression unreadable as he approached, flanked by his men. He stopped a few feet away, and his gaze flicked to me. “Wonderful to see you, Solnishko. You look radiant, as always.” Then his eyes returned to Talon. “We need to talk,” he said simply, his tone brooking no argument. Talon’s jaw tightened, but he gave a curt nod. “Gimme a minute.”

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.