Viktor Krum Hermione Novels & Stories

Kris smiled, and he was about to walk near her when suddenly he saw a guy wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her into his waist. "Guys, I think I think I forgot to introduce someone. Meet Peter, MY FIANCÉE. And Peter, this is Aurora, our Queen of the Rogues and the Moon Howlers. This is Vdius, the Lycan king, and this is Genelia and Alec." All of them greeted Peter with a smile when Alec said, "You are lucky to get her, man." Peter smiled and said, "Indeed, I am." Kris kept staring at them with wide eyes as everything went upper his head. Where this Fiancée came from?

The low murmur of conversation and clinking of glasses did nothing to settle the restless energy coiling in my muscles. I felt a light tap on my back as I turned to meet Dalia, who was dressed in a silk evening gown with her hair flowing in waves down her shoulders. "We are placed close to each other," she said, leading me to the front row tables as I saw my name on the seat and Tyrion's beside it. The sight of our names together on that little card made something possessive and unwanted unfurl in my chest. The table was a round table of six with me, Gretchen, and Kaida, and each of our selected partners. Gretchen was already seated with a boy I knew as Kai next to her. Kai wasn't one with m

I asked and she fidgeted before coming closer to me. “This is just between you and me. Actually, I believe that Prince Sebastian has dominant Goldsman’s blood. Those symptoms are similar to the elders. I wonder where the Chief is.” She whispered but soon we were interrupted by another maid who brought silver in a vial. I gulped when she discreetly gave me a suspicious look. “Thank you. Do leave.” I commanded while ignoring Caitlyn’s impressive look. “Um, let’s talk about it later. Okay? I want to be left alone for now.” With a pleading look, I hoped she wouldn’t question any further.

“Her voice in my mind. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a fantasy. She’s alive. She’s still strong.” “That’s good,” Valerian said, turning to him. “But it’s not enough. Not here.” Alexandro clenched his fists. “She said something about a fort… and the sea. That’s all I got. She mentioned a witch named Solmyra and a man called Maeron. Do either of those names mean anything to you?” Valerian stiffened at the mention. “Maeron…” he repeated quietly. “There’s a tale among the sea witches. A shadow stitched together by forbidden magic. If he exists, and if he’s with Solmyra, then they won’t be on any map.”

After Queen entered through the white door, she spotted Christopher Stallion dropping a lifeless child from his hand. She surveyed the room, where about twelve girls lay on different beds, surrounded by about twenty men. Shawn's voice broke through, asking, "What's happening?" "They're not here," she whispered. Her gaze fixed on Christopher Stallion, her intense hatred for him simmering. She longed to end him but knew she was vulnerable and he could easily extinguish her life. She pivoted, only for Christopher's command to freeze her in her tracks.

Their magic cannot help but mingle whenever they're near each other, his black and her white aura melding together to create multiple grey spectrums unlike any seen before. "And your connection to Professor Luka?" Hermes asks Katrina, narrowing his focus back on her. "I am his student, and he is my professor. That is all." Katrina responds, keeping her answer short and simple. "Your magic, the way it connects, signifies there is more than you're letting on."

Hunter’s right there beside her, smug as hell, and I intend to crush his throat. One good hit and I'll put this snake-ass motherfucker down and end him right fucking now. But the crowd is getting thicker around us and their cameras are flashing lights, capturing everything. I glance at Hermione. Her eyes are red, and her chest keeps jerking up and down like she just ran ten miles. She’s trying to look strong, but I know her. I know the way her chin sets when she’s lying to herself. She’s pretending she’s over me. Pretending I don’t matter.

he says with a graceful bow, “would you grant me the first dance?” Loralie’s delighted gasp answers for her. “Of course.” She glances back, apologetic but giddy. “Don’t vanish.” Before I can reply, another shape emerges from the shadow behind him. Taller. Leaner. The kind of pale that isn’t absence but moonlight sharpened to a blade. Hair black with a flicker of blue when the lanterns catch it. And eyes—crimson, steady, impossible. “I’m Viktor,” he says, voice smooth as chilled wine. “Would you care to dance as well?”

It was better this way since I wouldn’t need to seek Nick’s help in going home. After an hour, we reached home, and I walked straight into my uncle’s bedroom to check up on Hermione Averoff! She was the warrior wolf from our enemy pack, the Luceres Pack, and his mate! My uncle had abducted her and held her hostage to teach her twin, Alpha Zephyrus, the leader of the Luceres Pack, a lesson. Despite being the enemy, Hermione or Hera, as she preferred being called, was kind and beautiful. I liked her from the moment I met her.

His crimson eyes flickered toward us, unreadable. “Are you ready?” Viktor asked Graham quietly. “No,” Graham said, his voice low but steady. “But we have to do this.” Viktor nodded once and looked at me. “You stay close to him. The magic is powerful, but it will not harm you.” I swallowed hard and tightened my hold on Graham’s hand. Ronald stepped forward, placing a small silver bowl on a stool beside the bed. Inside was dark, shimmering liquid, blood and moon water, Viktor had explained earlier. It was the key to breaking the curse.