Viktor Hargreeves Novels & Stories

The front door of the Clinic opened, bringing me from my reverie, and a wolf I didn't recognize walked in. "May I help you?" I asked, closing the grimoire and setting it aside as I rose to my feet. He had long blond hair that hung past his shoulders. He had muscles for days and was tall... probably just as tall as Xander or Dannan, and looked like a Viking god in the flesh. He nodded toward the grimoire. "Is that yours?" I nodded, tucking it under the counter out of sight. If he tried to take it, he was going to have a fight on his hands. "It's the grimoire of my people."

I instantly disliked her. “Welcome back, Jericho,” Jack said with a smile and continued the briefing. “This is Nicolas Ramirov. He’s in charge of a splinter group associated with the Russian Organized Crime family operating out of Chicago. This one comes from Corporate. No specifics, they’re keeping loose tabs on him but the cops can’t get to him. He keeps himself holed up in their warehouse. That’s where you guys come in. Your job will be to infiltrate the warehouse, find him and eliminate him.”

He dismisses her with an order. Almost an hour goes by as Azraiel makes several calls for help and assistance. He just leaned back in his chair when he hears the knock on his door. It’s Ayleen…but… “Come in.” Ayleen opens the door and walks in. Behind her is a deathly pale guy with black hair. His wolf wants to snap his teeth at him but Azraiel calms him down. He needs this man right now. “Azraiel, this is Victor, the vampire I told you about.”

Most of it was untouched and unharmed, but I knew that the grenade attacks must have caused a stir, and not to mention the fact that Esteban was killed in his office. My eyes caught sight of Alexei and Yaroslav who seemed to freeze when they saw us. “Viktor?” I heard Yaroslav ask, seeing his bleeding son on my back. “Scarlett?” Alexei asked, looking at me, and it wasn’t until I put Viktor down that I allowed myself to shift back, my body no longer supporting me as my shoulder ached. Alexei ran to my side, and taking his jacket off, he placed it on top of my bare back before hugging me tightly.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

He continued eagerly, “The witch’s spells worked perfectly. The Oak Claws had disguised protectors scattered around the girl’s best friend’s building … But the moment the spell took hold, they saw nothing. She’s ours now.” Viktor’s yellow eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he stared through the iron bars into the cell. “Good,” he murmured. “Keep her alive. She is the perfect bait. When Kai comes running to save his precious little human, I will make him suffer the way my father suffered.” His father, Grimnar, had died trying to purge the world of the hybrid abomination. Though he’d used some questionable means, he didn’t entirely crush the Oak Claws clan. He’d given them the impression h

"He referred them to someone else. A collector who specialises in lunar artifacts." "Who?" Casie pressed, leaning forward. "Victor Krane. Private collection in Westbrook Heights." Valeria withdrew the instrument, its silver surface now stained with a hint of red. "The Magpie left immediately after extracting this information." Rick was already checking the name on his phone. "Victor Krane, 62, retired investment banker with a reputation for eccentric collecting habits. No criminal record, but several complaints from auction houses about aggressive bidding tactics." "We need to get to him before the Magpie does," Casie decided, already moving toward the stairs.

he screams, and I scoff. " Remember when you told me you don't trust me enough to let me wander around town on my own?" " So?!"he screams. " Why do you assume I should trust you? What happens if I suspect you to harm me? Do you think I just walk up to your phone and call for help? It's an emergency phone. You can go and check that there are four numbers saved. Victor, my dad, Sebastin Sinclair , the police and a man called Silver. He is a mercenary and will do just about everything for the right amount of money, and he is in Russia .The phone is hidden in the bathroom behind the shelf, and go and check, " I tell him calmly.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.