Viktor Krum Outfit Novels & Stories

If we didn’t do this I would feel like I was robbed of saying goodbye. The dress I wore fell down to my thighs. Viktor wore black shorts and a silk white button shirt that fell loosely down his body. I waited by the door, my hands folded across my chest as a few of the packhouse workers shuffled around in the room. Jake lay in the middle of our bed and was dressed in a loose white silk robe.

Victor looked extremely sexy as he was dressed in a casually hot outfit that surely turned heads. He opted for a fitted black leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders and showcased his muscular physique. Underneath, he wore a well-fitted plain white T-shirt that emphasized his sculpted chest and arms. Pairing it with dark-washed jeans that hugged his athletic legs, he exuded a cool and confident vibe. Completing his look with a pair of stylish sneakers, he effortlessly balanced comfort and style. As I caught a glimpse of Victor, my eyes widened with admiration. The way he carried himself with a relaxed swagger and undeniable allure immediately caught my attention.

It left faint glowing trails before absorbing into their skin. I moved along the platform’s perimeter, brushing the water outward in wide arcs. Each motion deliberate. Each blessing spoken clearly. “Be purified of ill intent.” I flickered towards the north and south. “Be shielded from unseen harm.” I flickered towards the east and west. “Be strengthened in body and spirit.” When I reached Viktor, I paused only briefly. Up close, he seemed even larger, like some immovable force clad in red fur and black ceremonial armor. The golden crown glinted against his dark hair. His crimson eyes did not waver from mine.

“Are you ready to go, Your Majesty? "Vraxlon asked, appearing through the dungeon staircase. I let out a scream for the fright and took a hand to my chest, my rings scratching the seam of my shirt. "You didn't tell me if Kyra received the answers from the princes," I said, recovering some of my dignity by sitting upright and undoing the folds of my cape. Vraxlon let out a whistle and came to sit in the chair next to my right. I wore a black shirt and pants of the same tone, quite simple, and strangely similar to my own clothes. At the top of the head, a crown made of black thorns hovered.

The maids help me, and I walk away from the mirror and walk toward the door, following Minerva out of the room. This is it, time to embarrass myself by pretending to be madly in love with my annoying ass husband. After walking down so many halls and climbing stairs. We arrive at a corner where there is a gigantic red curtain in front of us. Victor is standing next to the curtain. He looks… good; he’s wearing an aristocratic ensemble featuring a tailored black Victorian tailcoat with silver embroidery, a fitted waistcoat, sleek black trousers and polished knee-high boots. The dramatic floor-length coat is lined in deep crimson satin.

I wonder how many people came to life today. After the last customer was thanked with bright smile, we sighed in relief. Collecting our things, we moved out. Ruby and I started our girly chatter. She was updating me on her new boyfriend and how he looked so much like Jason Momoa. Fred came and flunged his arms around us. Did I hear a growl? I looked around and saw Viktor jumping down from his jeep, removing his sunglasses and walking towards us in true Hollywood style. He was wearing mudgreen cargo pants with plain grey T-shirt. Oh goddess! my heart skips a beat. Even Ruby and Fred were looking at him.

It was corny but sweet and maybe a little weird but he was trying. I was partially curious as to how Quade made money to support not only himself but his pack. Taking a mental note, I filed the thought away for me to bring up later. We made our way out of our room. Victor was already waiting for us at the entrance of the house. The silk black button-down he wore looked too tight for him. He looked as if he doubled in muscle mass, looking way too intimidating. His hair was tied, as per usual, and his black dress slacks were neatly pressed and hung off his sculptured thighs.

He turned to look at the person who was talking, and saw that it was a tall man in a deep green robe. Fane raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is that?" Justin was right next to Fane and immediately answered, "That person is called Viktor Kroole. He's from the Flying Cloud Clan of Chaos Continent. He's the top chosen disciple, so he's incredibly strong!" Fane raised an eyebrow before he nodded at Justin. Justin's lips curled up excitedly. Fane had a rough personality. Fane had looked away the moment someone wanted to get close, ignoring others completely, but Fane had actually nodded at him. Justin suddenly felt like he was incredibly lucky.