Novel & Cerita Viktor Quotes

“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.

“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 wasn't the first time he had said words like this to me, but I felt emotions in those words as if he could tell I was having a personal turmoil within and wanted to soothe it the only way he knew how to. As I straightened up, Viktor's expression softened, and a warm smile spread across his face. “I'm so proud of the man you're becoming,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration and the smile remained on his lips, his eyes crinkling at that side. “Your mother would be proud too if she were here. You're strong, intelligent, and loyal. You have all the qualities of a true leader, just like your father had always hoped for. Even though you are a Beta, you never let others trample o

Viktor’s laugh boomed—a deep, guttural sound that echoed his Siberian roots. “Full backstory, you say?” Viktor rumbled, stepping closer, his blue eyes cold as arctic ice. He hauled me up by the collar, effortless strength pinning me against the jet’s fuselage. “You think this started with your puny family, accountant? Dive deep, boy. Deeper than you dare.”

"Athena has more honor and integrity in her little finger than you do in your entire body." Gerrat's laughter echoed off the walls, a cruel sound that grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, how noble," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Defending the honor of a lowly slave. Tell me, Viktor, does it make you feel like a hero?"

I stared at him in horror, he spoke about it so calmly as if exile, bloodshed, and violence had simply been another stage of childhood. “That’s horrible,” I said softly. Viktor took another sip of wine. “It made us stronger.” “It made us loyal to each other in ways most people will never understand.” The city lights reflected dimly across his face as he leaned back slightly. “Regret over the past wastes time.” I could already feel the wine warming my body by then, making everything softer around the edges. I wasn’t used to drinking much beyond occasional champagne during family events, and the dark red Shiraz was far stronger than I’d anticipated or maybe Viktor’s voice itself was intoxicati