Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'

CHAPTER 53 Declan’s POV The next time that Sheila and I had a deep conversation was two years after I had confessed my feelings. That was around the time that Vincenzo had just been crowned the Alpha King. For some reason, he had decided to make round trips to all the packs under his rulership. He claimed it was to check the quality of life that his subjects lived, but we all knew it was a way of showing off to all the Alpha's in the colony.

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”

He was never fit to run a pack. I arrived at the tombs. At first they appeared uninhabited, but once you understood the layouts of the maze like crypts, you realize that you could weave through them easily. A fire lit torch burned brightly at the entrance, and I took it making my way through the tomb. "Nikolai Rydor," an attendant's voice bounced off the walls of the tomb. "We've been expecting you." I nodded, going after her. And soon we came up upon the elders gathering.

She had official recognition from the King and Queen and was properly known as the Third Princess of Ducroft everywhere. Her date was Fredrich Kristen, the future Grand Duke. He held the position of the most powerful magician in Ducroft and the Vice-leader of the Magicians society. He was constantly in a draw with two other people in several contests that took place in the Forest of Damnation but that never diminished his value in the eyes of several nobles. He always escorted the third princess to events and it seemed like a strategic decision.

“And the information about the Red Hook guy I asked about – were you able to find anything about him? Who is he?” Ray flipped through a file he had come in with. “His name is Viktor Krasimirov,” he began. “At least, that's the name he's using now. He's had at least six others over the past eight years, so no one's certain if any of them are real.” “Where's he from?”

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.

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.