Viktor Krum Fanart Novels & Stories

Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputation for nothing.

He turned to look at the person who was talking, and saw that it was a tall man in a deep green robe. Fane raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is that?" Justin was right next to Fane and immediately answered, "That person is called Viktor Kroole. He's from the Flying Cloud Clan of Chaos Continent. He's the top chosen disciple, so he's incredibly strong!" Fane raised an eyebrow before he nodded at Justin. Justin's lips curled up excitedly. Fane had a rough personality. Fane had looked away the moment someone wanted to get close, ignoring others completely, but Fane had actually nodded at him. Justin suddenly felt like he was incredibly lucky.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.

(We're all about to see who Victor Flaming's handsome lover has been keeping a secret. Hektor occasionally laughed out loud as he read every comment from his fans who were disappointed in Victor Flaming, but there were also those who doubted Hektor's words because Victor was silent. But what is certain is that Hektor's live stream suddenly trended until many shared it; they seemed impatient to see who the man who had snatched the man of their dreams was, as well as cursing Victor if it was true that the man was a same-sex lover.

“Mr. Powers, you have no idea. Old Master Gooding found the details surrounding Star Sect in the top-secret vault in Somerland. As for why we’re working with you guys, it’s because Old Master Gooding not only found that you’re very powerful, you’re even rivals with the Krums,” Ben explained. “Oh? Your family has beef with the Krums?” Kit asked. “Yes, one of the disciples of the Krums is a member of the Lovewood family, and my family has huge beef with them.”

It was low and rough, like stones grinding together. "I am enjoying it, Vik," Julian said. His voice was light, but his body was tight. "It is rude to rush." Viktor Kraye sat on the stool next to him. He was a big man, with wide shoulders and a face that looked like it had been hit many times. His suit was tight on his body. He looked dangerous. "You are far from home, Julian," Viktor said. He asked the barman for a drink. "Stealing from the bad men? That is a good way to die."

“I remember you again, Maria. Your favorite book with your youngest brother James. Okay, get rid of the past. It won't get any better while I'm making my masterpiece. ” Moments later Victor noticed the woman sitting in front of him. Victor swallowed and smiled. “I am Krisha Armstrong, how about you?” the girl held out her hand and so did Victor. “Victor Luis Smith, so you like The Alchemist book?” "Actually I am not a fan of him, but I love this book." "Really, It's my favorite." “Oh nice! What a coincidence, Victor. Are you an Asian? ” “Half blood. How about you? ”

Before anyone could say anything, the ballroom opened and Viktor and the other ranks were dragged inside. They were barely hanging on to life and I had to force myself to look even though I felt the urge to vomit. I didn’t want to seem weak like the sight of seeing someone like that affected me. I willed myself to keep a straight face as they were dragged to where Nikolai was. Viktor was shirtless, his tattoos severed by the cuts on his chest. One of his eyes was missing and his arms were in a weird way like they had been broken a couple of times. The other rank was in the same state as Viktor but better.

Hey there, I am Nikolai Vlademyre. It depends on who someone is, as to what they address me as. You can call me Nik. I am the new King of Carpathia. Well, new in our terms. I took over the seat a decade back. In human governments that seems like a long time; to vampires you’re still fresh until you’ve been at it a hundred years or more. I was groomed for the position by the previous King my father, and Queen my mother prior to the crowning, but it was still unexpected. They ruled our part of the world for about six hundred years before their untimely deaths put me in the chair.

Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputation for nothing.