Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

“I, Viktor, support warrior Raya.” Another warrior let out a sharp laugh. “You speak because you are nothing but weak. You are afraid to fight, afraid to die like a man. This is your pack and you are meant to protect it with your blood.” Viktor bristled. “Strength is not spilling blood blindly. It is knowing when to fight and when to hold back. Not everything is handled with violence, get that in your thick skull.” The other slammed his palm on the table, making the glass cups rattle. “Coward.”

Now that mercy might cost me everything I loved. Before I could respond, Viktor's voice cut through their complaints. “Это ваш Дон, о котором вы говорите.” (Don't forget that this is your Don you are talking to.) His eyes swept the room, daring anyone to continue. “Вы будете говорить с уважением… или я лично вырву вам языки и скормлю их собакам.” (You will speak with respect… or I will personally rip out your tongues and feed them to the dogs.)

"Remember the deal we made? That you will let me have a match at the fight club? I want you to sign up my name for this weekend's match." Viktor stared at me stoically and then shook his head. A new scowl adorned his Italian good looks as he dismissed my idea with a callous wave of his hand. "Just because you have made one bad decision doesn't mean you have to follow it up with a few more to ultimately prove yourself to be a certified idiot. Take some time off if you need to calm down but wipe off these stupid ideas from your head. You are not a street fighter. And your job is not to win cage fights."

I snapped at him, growing increasingly annoyed by that masculine laugh that seemed a bit similar to Mikhail's laugh but still different. "It's nice to know you still have that spirit even in a disadvantageous position. Your stubbornness makes you more attractive." Ewwww, what was this asshole saying? "I doubt that, stop pretending when you wish the worst for me." I scoffed. Viktor sighed, sounding tired. "You like making sounds like a horrible Villain. Why would I want something horrible for the woman I married?" My eyes almost rolled out of my sockets. He was the biggest villain in my life.

“Alan! Take him down. Use a silver-tipped arrow and aim for the leg, I want him to crawl back to his cell and die there.” The archers swiftly moved into position, the sound of bowstrings being drawn taut snapping through the air like whipcracks. But even then, Viktor still stood his ground, his gaze fixed on mine in a terrifyingly calm manner. “Is your ego really that much bigger than what you supposedly feel for Kari?” he asked me. “Go ahead. Have your men shoot at me. Waste the time we barely have, while you’re busy nursing your wounded pride, you should be ashamed.”

“You were cocky and arrogant. You still think you could protect everyone.” Graham moved with him, matching his steps. His claws were out. His body was tense, but grounded. “I’ve grown since then,” he said quietly. Viktor smiled. “Oh, I know. I’ve been watching you from the shadows. Every win and every loss and every time she cried for you, I saw it.” He pointed at me without looking. I flinched but Graham didn’t even glance up. “You talk too much,” he said. Viktor’s grin widened. “Still impatient. But that’s fine. I’ll talk while I beat you.” And then he lunged.

My eyes soften. “ You are mistaken. You believe him to be a monster but he is not…He is not a monster. ” I step closer to him and grab his arm, emphasising every word. “ He killed uncountable people in the past, Violet. He never stopped to think about what he was doing. That…makes him a monster. ” Viktor smiles sadly, his eyes screaming that he thinks I have gone mad.

Tonight I’d make sure to fuck him up so bad for that comment and also for attacking Aria after discovering she was my mate. “ You seem too overconfident, man. I wouldn’t be so sure whose head would be decapitated if I were you,” Viktor said with a smug, sarcastic smile on his face. I charged at him after shifting fully, my paws slammed the earth and shook the ground as I ran to attack him.

“You want me to run in front of him? In front of a boy?” Kain shrugged. “He should see what betrayal costs.” For a second, the room stayed motionless. Then Viktor’s chair scraped back, the sound ugly and sharp. He stood, adjusting his coat, muttering something in Russian that sounded like a prayer or a curse. His voice cracked halfway through. He turned once toward Kain. “And if I make it?” Kain’s tone was calm, almost kind. “Then I’ll call you lucky twice.” Viktor stared at him for a second longer. His hands shook, but he didn’t argue. He turned and ran.

“I should have known better.” “Did you give her a key?” “Hell no. She must have slipped a copy from me during my last visit to her place.” “That sounds…” How do I say it? Viktor answers for me. “Like the wife of a Bratva pakhan. The widow of one, anyway. If you think I’m tricky, just remember: I learned it from somewhere.” He plucks a dumpling from the platter and takes a bite. I suck in a breath. Moment of truth.