Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

They were all waiting, lined up like soldiers. Four people. Two women. Two men. Plus Viktor’s right-hand snake, Aleksander. I’d done my research on him, charming smile, deadly hands. The kind of guy who’d flirt while picking your coffin. And thensugar-coateds. Viktor Dragovic. Standing tall at the top of the steps like some mafia king. Black clothes from head to toe, silver rings on his fingers like trophies from the people he’d destroyed. And those cold gray eyes locked right on me.

"Fine!" Lucia- I believe that he's Viktor's Son! Because the likeness is unmistakable. Viktor Von Klaus is thousands of years old! He couldn't even pinpoint his birth year. And he was beyond power hungry! He wanted, no needed to be the best EVERYTHING! The best Lycan, Vampire, Warlock, Dragon... Everything! And he put the 'A' in Arrogant! Everyone was beneath him and he was Never satisfied!

“That is not Viktor’s code.” I looked at him sharply. “What does that mean?” His jaw tightened. “It means Viktor was never the final Bratva leader.” The words landed like another explosion. I stared at the ruined eastern stacks where Viktor had fallen through steel and steam. Despite everything that had happened—the sacrifice of territory, the dock war, Nadia’s betrayal, and the detonators—he had still only been one piece. Not the head, just the hand. Ruin stirred weakly on the stretcher as the medical team stabilised the pressure dressing around his leg.

Kai stood half a step behind him and to the right, dressed in dark tactical clothing, armed to the teeth and radiating pure lethal intent. Viktor Drago arrived by speedboat with six heavily armed men. He was tall, sharp-featured, in his mid-forties, with the calm confidence of someone who had never lost a war. His eyes flicked over Leo with open interest. “Marco Moretti’s son,” Viktor said with a slight smile as he stepped aboard. “The bloodline we’ve waited years to claim. You look like him.” “And you look like a man who thinks he can collect on something that was never owed,” Leo replied coolly.

But even he knew that this was probably the closet anyone got to seeing a real live death warrant. The man on the ground read it and his eyes grew wider and wider. “Bratva Enforcers?” He looked up at Viktor. “But you only take down Bratva criminals, we are not Bratva!” Viktor stood. “This is the official decree to kill you all upon sight. You killed some Bratva in Spain ten years ago, one of them was a Council member’s son. Your first strike to them. But you did not stop there, did you? You killed an Italian businessman and his entire family in Italy, two years later.”

“This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made her think you were dead—just to use her.” Viktor’s smile widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Damian Volkov. My daughter’s… ally.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the first man to come for my little girl, you know. And you certainly won’t be the last.”

he swallowed, looking at the table. "I'm sorry—" "You should be," Bruno cut in coldly. "You failed me after all." He kept his cup on the table. "You had one job, Viktor. Yet, you failed so woefully at it." "My source has been unable to get anything from—" "You mean the whore that you take to bed every weekend?" Bruno interrupted and Viktor clamped his mouth shut. "What's his name again?" Viktor fidgeted in his seat. "Clint Estaban."

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

He lowered her very gently to the ground, despite her clear objection, and made her stand in front of him, with his hand around her waist, and with his other hand he held the cover over her shoulder, so that it would not fall off her body, and he said to him: “This is my mate Emilia.” He hesitated a little at first, before he looked at her with intense love as he said “My love, this is the king of the giants, Perun.” He clenched his teeth very hard when he saw her smiling stupidly at him, but as soon as he saw how perun's gaze froze on Emilia, and his astonishes gaze turned into one that shone with clear admiration, until the fire burned inside him, and volcanic lava spewed into his veins fr

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.