Viktor Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

"He looked like he'd seen a ghost." "When you're that close to death's door, you see a lot of ghosts," Viktor jokes. Smile disappearing, he adds, "He's also someone who owes me more than he can afford to pay." "Is he even going to live long enough to pay you back?" Viktor grins at me. "Listen to you. A woman after my own heart." He turns me to him in a graceful move. "It's like you were born for this life, Anna. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

The image of Adrian’s face yesterday flashed in my mind. That quiet expression. Those eyes. Pain stabbed through my chest. I quickly looked down. “This is for the best,” I said, more to myself than to Viktor. “Is it?” I froze. “I mean,” he continued casually, “people usually say that when they’re trying to convince themselves.” I opened my mouth to argue. But no words came out. Because the worst part was… He wasn’t wrong. Viktor watched me for a moment before changing the subject. “You know,” he said lightly, “my offer still stands.”

Shaking his head, he sobers up. It's as if there's something he knows that I don't. And I don't like the disadvantage that puts me in. Narrowing my eyes on the male before me, I don't move a muscle as I watch him perform his cinematics. Viktor drags out a chair and sits, “you know, those words sound awfully familiar. Like an older version of you said the same thing.” My muscles tense at what he's saying. Shaking my head, I walk away from him. “No. You're lying.”