Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

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."

Focused. “You could’ve had a brother,” I say softly. “You chose to be a traitor.” “I didn’t choose,” he says, bloody smile still on his lips. “I was born discarded.” The silence in the room was deafening. “Viktor found me. Years ago, when I was serving in Afghanistan.” Dima’s eyes were glassy now. “He promised me what your father never gave. A name. My rightful place as Pakhan. I was born in the dark Adrik, but you were crowned in my place.”

“Of course. My apologies. Welcome to the family, Mrs Moretti.” He bowed his head and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I waited until he was gone to ask Luca about him. “Who was that?” “Viktor Volkov.” Luca said, watching the man’s retreating form with an intense gaze. “Alpha of the Eastern Ridge pack. He’s an ally, for now.” “For now?” I asked with a frown. “In our world, alliances are seasonal.” He turned to me, his expression hardening. “Come, the guests are leaving, we need to go.”

I lifted my face, full of fury, and looked straight into the eyes of the man I’d defied my father for. “I, Alpha Luca Miller, reject you as my Luna, Victoria Bianchi, for bringing neither power nor heirs to Creston Pack, and I condemn you to serve as a breeding Omega for the benefit of my people.”

I saw Viktor stumble once more, his arrogance fading as he realized his empire was crumbling. “Finish it, Ronan!” I yelled, watching as he raised his blade for the final strike. Viktor’s face twisted in fury, and he tried to lunge at Ronan, but it was too late. With a swift, decisive motion, Ronan plunged his blade into Viktor’s chest. The world seemed to freeze as the sound of Viktor’s final breath filled the silence that followed. He dropped to his knees, a cruel smile still etched on his face as he crumbled to the ground.

he declared proudly. "Wouldn't that make you King?" Confusion riddled my features as I raised a brow in his direction. "Not exactly," he scrubbed a tattooed hand over his stubble-coated jaw, "King consort I guess." His mate held the higher ranking. This meant, his mate held a higher ranking than Victor and yet he still chose to do what he did, fuck the consequences. I leveled Victor with a chilling glare, "What if something happens to you because you took away the memories of your actual motherfucking Queen?"

"Did you know that?" "Sure. He is the point one. Don't let the handsome looks deceive you. He is bad. So, stop crushing." Bold voice responded. "Oh my God. But you know he is my crush." tiny voice whined. "Too bad. He is hooked. I don't envy girls with cultists though. Those guys are brutal." "So, I’ve heard. And he’s going to be the Student Union President," the tiny voice asserted. "I’ll still vote for him, though—because he is my crush."

And there it was – a single paper well folded and hidden as though my parents didn’t want it to be found. Remembering the last few words I’d read on the net – He’s diligent and – I continued reading as I walked back to my table. - powerful but Levi wasn’t one of us… he’s from a different species. He’s a warlock. I stared at the paper in my hands. My chest and throat felt tight; my vision turning blurry. I tried to control it, telling myself that nothing was certain yet. I needed to discuss this with the other Alphas first but still…

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He paused as if waiting for someone to confirm his statement. "This young man," he spat, pointing at the boy with so much disgust one would think he was talking about a Lortal anld not one of his own, 'broke that rule "insulting our treaty, spitting on our choices." The room was once again deadly silent, everyone hooked on every word that left their king's mouth. "He has been questioned as is the rule for every one that is suspected of such an act and he has admitted," He paused, took a deep breath like he could not believe the next words about to escape his lips either. "He has admitted to killing the Lortal."