Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

I was a mistake, an anomaly and it made my heart ache. I could not stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks, they just kept rolling down in heaps and I felt like I was so close to wailing. That was when Viktor suddenly crossed over to my side of the car, grabbed my cheeks gently with his good hand and made me look into his golden eyes. "So what if you weren't supposed to be born? Who cares? Screw them. It's their loss for not realising how amazing you are." I widened my eyes at him. "H— how can you say those things? You don't even know me."

"What?" "Do it again and we won't wait for the tombola," he smirks at me. "Uh, do you have an inexhaustible source of sexual vigour or what?" I roll my eyes but giggle. "It must be the chocolate," Viktor shrugs. "It's an aphrodisiac." "You say that about every food," I look doubtful at him. "Then it must be you who does something to me," he says and throws me a mischievous wink while pulling his cup of hot chocolate next to his lips.

“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.”

"Shit, that hurts." "Damn right it hurts, you bloody idiot!" Viktor's fury boiled over, his Russian accent thickening like it always did when he was pissed. He hauled me up gently. "You've got stitches that need to heal and now you're poisoning yourself with this crap? Boss, I swear, if you die on me from stupidity, I'll kill you myself." I winced at every step, my head pounding like a drum. What the hell was I doing? Viktor was right—I was an idiot.

"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.”

“Well, look at you. Didn’t get yourself killed.” I shot him a glare, still too shaken to respond. He let out a low laugh, pushing off the car and walking toward me. “I’ll give you credit. You’ve got more guts than I thought. But don’t get too comfortable. Moretti’s a coward, but not everyone in this world is.” “I know,” I muttered, my voice hoarse. Viktor raised an eyebrow, looking me over like I was some interesting experiment. “So, what’s the verdict? He paying up?”

“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.