Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

What does he mean by between us? "Rhyker and I were enemies more like competitors, every year there was a competition where they held who is the best prince of the world. I always ended up being the second while he was the first because of his smart brain and his preoccupation with his people, I wasn't like him and soon fell into the dark world which was dealing, murdering and human trafficking. I took an interest in human trafficking, it was more heartless and horrible for humanity." He's not human. Definitely.

All three of them turned when he walked in. Selene's eyes went straight to his face, reading him the way she had been reading him since he was a child. "Well?" Damon moved to the bar. Poured two fingers of whiskey. Drank half before he sat down. "Well?" Selene repeated, quicker. "I met him," Damon said. The room changed. Mira sat up. Aria looked away from the window. Selene put her wine glass down. "And?" Selene said. "His name is Volkov. Viktor Volkov." Damon turned the glass in his hands. "Eastern European. Old money, old connections, old enemies. He's been at war with Craven for four years."

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

"I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself." Katherine sighed. "I find it very disappointing for you to believe that the bedrock of your career is because Nikolas was there by your side when you were at the bottom. Doria, you are only where you are today because you are beautiful, brave, and hella hardworking. It absolutely has nothing to do with Nikolas. There is a fair chance you will lose plenty when this goes pu

A scowl replaced his smile. “It’s nice to see you both bonding.” Scratching the side of his lips, "Congratulations. But I'm sorry to break your hearts. This nonsense between both of you ends now. It pains me that I have to kill you so fast, so my coronation can go ahead. Sorry, Brother.” The beast chuckled in amusement, his grip on me behind him harden. “You are a coward, Vogar. How were you born before me when you can’t even stand me in a battle? You had to bring the whole fucking pack here.”

She quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me away with Loren hot on our tails. “Loren, who is that man?” I asked. I was hoping to help get the information I knew Lillian wanted, but was too nervous to ask for. “That is Cedric, he’s a great friend of king Viktor’s. When Viktor came back and killed his cousin, taking back the throne, he named Cedric his second in command.” Loren said. “S-second in command?” Lillian asked, her eyes wide with shock. “Yes, miss. But he is a good man, so you don’t need to worry. He will treat you well.” He assured her. I looked at Lillian whose face was as red as a tomato from blushing.

“Enough to come crawling out of the shadows after nearly twenty years.” The air between them pulsed with quiet danger. Viktor Natov wasn’t just a threat—he was history reborn. He was the architect of the ruin that had driven the Volkov family from Bulgaria. He had orchestrated the assassination that had taken Yelena Volkov’s life. And for that alone, Dante knew that working with him was dancing on a blade’s edge. But sometimes, you needed a monster to destroy another.

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."