Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

“Careful.” ‎“No,” I say, anger pushing past fear now. “You spent your whole life wanting to prove you were smarter than him, better than him, and all it turned you into was a bitter old man throwing tantrums because nobody loved him enough.” ‎Ingrid lets out a soft breath like she cannot believe I just said that. ‎Viktor goes very still. ‎Dangerously still. ‎Then suddenly he smiles. ‎And somehow that is worse. ‎“You have courage,” he says softly.

“What do you mean? I know it sounds weird, but then it’s something I don’t think anyone—“ “Selena, I believe what she is trying to tell is that there is no way for you to mess it up,” Viktor smiled. He was looking at me with a strange look on his face. “I mean, you are one of the smartest people I know, you have a brain that works like mad, and the way you process things is beyond me! So I dont know why I would even be worried that something is going to make you mess this up when I know it is not going to be possible for it to happen.”

“I recall your friend Josef saying something similar, just before I destroyed him.” Viktor scowled at the mention of his lost comrade. “I do not know how you managed that,” he said. “Perhaps you got lucky or perhaps you had help. Rest assured, neither shall avail you now. If your two volkaane friends make a move to interfere, my zombies will keep them busy, unless I decide to kill them first.”

How to rule. The man I swore I’d never become. Viktor’s eyes gleamed as he saw the hesitation flicker across my face. He twisted his wrist, slashing across my side, and shoved me back. “See?” he spat. “You hesitate. You still think you’re better than me.” I caught my balance, blood soaking into my shirt. “I’m not better. I just still know the difference.” “Between what?” he sneered. “Mercy and weakness?” “Between living for power and dying for love.”

***STEVE*** "That isn't Javier. That's Luther Redwood," Viktor said and my eyes widened in surprise. That was the second one I saw in the memory. "What do you want??" Damian asked him and he walked forward a bit. "I believe that you already know the preposterous offense you have committed against me and the only luxury I'm gonna be giving you today is choosing if you die first, or watch your friends die first," Luther said in a smooth British accent.

“I’m offering you power, respect, everything.” “You can live without her. Common man.” “This is not the time to act like a bitch.” “If you really want to prove yourself to me then join me my child. Make hay while the sun shines.” I spat at his face. Viktor shakes his head. “Love makes you weak. Your mother taught me that, she loved me once. Now look at what it got her.” “You KILLED her, MOTHERFUCKER” “I freed her from weakness.” He blows smoke in my face.

"That's what passed down. Not the name. Not the operation. The choosing." Viktor crossed the room toward us, notebook still under his arm even now, even at thirty-two, even after a lecture hall full of people had just called him brilliant. "Good lecture," he said. Not asking. Telling himself, the way he always had. "The best one," I said. He looked at the three of us his mother, his father, his father standing together the way they'd stood at a hundred railings, a hundred Saturday mornings, a hundred dinner tables.

This had to be the boss. He walked in with a confident stride and took a seat right across from me. For a moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes piercing through me, making my skin crawl. The silence stretched on, my heart pounding in my chest. "I’m Viktor," he finally said, his voice low and gravelly. "Viktor Romano." He got up from his chair and started pacing around the room, his hands clasped behind his back. "You know, Sarah, I’ve never liked this part of my job," he said, his tone almost conversational. "Abducting women... it's not my style."

I’m the kind you provoke into annihilation. And Viktor just lit the fuse.