Viktor Trivia Answer Novels & Stories

“You took one of my people. I want to know why.” Viktor exhaled a slow stream of smoke and leaned back in his chair. “Your people?”he mused lazily. “Let me think,” he drawled lazily, while trying to appear like he was thinking hard. He finally snapped his fingers “Ah, yes. The woman. Pretty thing. Loud mouth. Hot stuff. She has quite the mouth on if you know what I mean,” he added suggestively. “Always had a way of getting herself into places she shouldn’t.”

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head—the way his eyes darkened, the way his voice dipped low when he called me kukolka. I didn’t know if I had gained the upper hand tonight or if I had just thrown gasoline onto an already dangerous fire. Either way, I knew one thing for certain: Viktor wasn’t just playing games. He was rewriting the rules entirely.

The sparks from the map table licked at the velvet curtains, the orange glow reflecting in Viktor’s eyes. He didn't flinch. He simply looked at Sloane with the disappointed air of a teacher whose star pupil had failed the final exam. "You choose the man who murdered your soul over the crown that would protect it?" Viktor shook his head. "A tragic waste of a decade's work." "I choose the truth," Sloane said, her voice a low, vibrating hum of rage. "And the truth is that you’re just a man in a high chair. And chairs can be broken."

“And if you weren’t?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I knew I was,” he shot a wink in her direction. That earned the smallest smile from me. Ash snorted. “I believe him.” Viktor spread his hands slightly. “I’ve spent my life reading people. It’s part of surviving. When enough small details point in the same direction… they eventually become impossible to ignore.” Elena let out a quiet breath before shaking her head. “So all this time… You knew.” “I suspected.” He corrected her gently. “Tonight confirmed it.” He inclined his head respectfully. “It is an honor to finally meet Ghost.” There wasn’t a trace of mockery in his voice. No challenge. No threat. Just genuine respect.

Erica inquired. "I've only had approximately ten glasses of Lambanog," Viktor explained. Erica regarded Victor's words with disdain. "But you know, I'm not drunk because of Lambanog; I'm drunk because you're more drunken," Viktor explained. Erica averted her gaze as Viktor urged, "Please, Viktor, stop that thing. I don't like what you're saying, " Erica intervened. Viktor's palm rested on Erica's palm. Erica returned her gaze to Viktor, who was smiling.

"Then name your price." Viktor studied me. His eyes were sharp, calculating, weighing his options. "A trade," he said. "Information for information." "I'm listening." "Malhorn isn't your only enemy." He paused, letting the words sink in. "There's someone else. And he's connected to Ariel." "Names." "Not yet. That's the trade." He straightened, wincing. "I tell you what I know about Ariel. You let me walk. And maybe,maybe, we talk again."

I said trying to reassure myself. “It already has, can't you see it for yourself” she said bluntly. I paused briefly trying to figure a way out “What about the man in the videos?Do you know who he is?” Anna added, suddenly worsening the situation. “No, I don't,” I answered almost immediately. “That’s Viktor Sokolov. Are you telling me that you have not known him”. She asked again. “Anna, I just told you that I don't know him, can you just tell me already.”

Well, he was straightforward. I ducked under his arm and went around him. I hurriedly backed away from him. I wanted to keep some distance between us and spend as little as possible time close to him. I had cancelled out my scent but I didn’t want to take any chances of him whiffing a smell of my body. Viktor turned around to face me with a smirk, “I see you are light on your feet, huh? Is that pure skill or is that magic too?” He sped towards me with a grin, “Well, it doesn’t matter what you’re on,” he paused as he threw rapid punches at me, “all I know is, I want to know what color the blood of a warlock is.”

His eyes had a sparking green color and his lips were voluptuous red. "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. This is all fucked up.

Viktor forced himself up, shaking like a leaf in a gale but standing tall, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire. “I came for my wife,” he rasped, his pride intact even as his face puffed with bruises. “Consequences be damned. I’ll burn this whole kingdom down to get her back from you.” I let out a harsh, dry laugh. “Your wife? Have you truly gone mad? Kari is my mate, by the very laws of the moon.” Viktor’s lip curled in a sneer that cut deeper than his claws. “Mate? You call yourself her mate, yet you're standing here talking up a storm while she wanders the woods alone? You couldn't even keep her behind a locked door, Titan!”