Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

You could start by telling me your real name," Wilkud suggested. “Yes, that would be sensible, since you are going to hear me in confession. It would be pointless to confess under another name. After all, where would that lead me, with the austere Mortis. " The old man groaned in pain as he rolled over onto his back. "Very well. Let me tell you everything. My name is Viktor Drichey, son of Brechtal Drichey, and I was born and raised in the Kaleth Empire, in a town called Chipped, located ten miles southwest of Genbofen, next to the Black Mountains, on the border of that cursed vampire den from Transylvania. I was born a year before the reign of the famous Emperor Augustus.

He takes a moment to gather himself before turning his attention back to me. "OK, let's do this!" This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals.

she responded, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. And so, Vesna began to unravel the intricate tapestry of events that had unfolded in my absence. I listened, my heart heavy with each revelation. I learned of Krsto's shocking truth, the depths of his inhumanity, and the unimaginable suffering Erdem had endured at his hands. And the fate Sigrún now faces. The anguish in Vesna's voice mirrored the ache in my own heart as she recounted the harrowing trials they had faced. "Krsto was executed publicly by the royal order," Vesna revealed, her tone carrying a mix of sorrow and relief. "The title that was rightfully Erdem's passed to him. Without Krsto's looming shadow, we have been able to th

I argued giving him a pointed look but Yurik was as stubborn as an ox once he set his mind on something. "Oh, you're one of those bosses who want experienced workers but won't give non- experienced workers the chance to gain the experience they need to find work so how is anybody ever supposed to find work if no one is willing to give them a chance." Yurik rambled on and I looked at him in utter confusion. My brain nearly malfunctioned. "Are you on crack?" I asked slowly. "Dominic," he sighed and him calling me by my full name told me he was serious. "You can't tell me that you don't see potential in her. She's exactly what we need."

Alexei walked a few steps behind them, a massive, triumphant smirk on his face as he watched the rival factions crumble in silent defeat. Victor stopped in the center of the room, raising a crystal glass of vodka. The entire ballroom froze, waiting for his word. "To the Bratva," Victor rumbled, his deep voice echoing off the walls with absolute power. "And to the new queen of the Volkov empire." "To the Pakhan and the Queen!" the crowd roared in unison, lifting their glasses in absolute submission.

Dante said. “His name is Viktor Krasnov. He is thirty-two years old. Took over after his father died nine months ago. He’s young, but he’s fierce and calculated. Not the type to rush in blindly. He’s been building quietly. It expanded into arms manufacturing, has strong political connections in St. Petersburg, and controls several ports. His grandfather had a major falling out with your grandfather over territory and a betrayal that cost the Krasnovs a lot of money and men. Viktor grew up hearing those stories. He sees this as unfinished business.”

Alessandro grabbing my waist and pecking my cheek. "Can you guys do that shit later? Ian complained rolling his eyes. "We have to torture this mother fucker" "Why did you kill my father" I bluntly asked Ivan. "I've killed a lot of fathers, sweetheart, elaborate." He flashed me a wicked smile showing his rotten teeth, and he had a small gold tooth on the bottom row. "Mateo Knight," I jammed my knife further into his thigh, and he let out a scream in pain. "Why the fuck did you kill him" I came closer to him, my eyes level with his, but all he did was whine, blood spilling from his thigh.

she asked with a mocking laugh. Rose opened her mouth to speak but Dmitry interrupted her. “The man you are talking about is Vladimir Sokolov. The Pakhan of Sokolov Bratva. He doesn't get insecure with kids, Madam.” The smile on Valentina's face died. Rose frowned at the comment and she turned around to face Dmitry who fixed her with a stern gaze. “I am here to defend my husband. I do not need you to do that.” Valentina was stunned to see Rose' boldness. The girl got a spine after marriage. She once again went green with jealousy.

"Make sure that this thing won't finish the food." Viktor won't miss an opportunity to taunt Krystal, he walked away to go meet the pack leaders. Viktor might have avoided the crown of being the next Lycan King, but he was a great strategist, he took after his father, and won countless battles and ended feuds even before they had the time to grow wilder. "Viktor gets on my nerves," Krystal was pouting, she was looking at Viktor and I could see that their unending rivalry was still there.

Mikhail A young man with a slight limp greets us, his somber expression ruthless despite his lack of agility. "Mikhail Ivanov." He extends his hand. "I am Viktor Krasnov. I will be your contact during your stay." "Thank you." My reply is more reflexive than sincere. "I appreciate your hospitality."