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Victor's eyes were soft as he stared at her. "You fought them," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, twisted pride as his eyes drifted to the man she had crippled with the vase. "You ruined one of them before I even got here." "I told you," she whispered, her voice cracking as the adrenaline finally began to fade, leaving her body shaking with cold exhaustion. "I'm not... a Moretti prize. I am Serena." Victor gazed at her, really gazed at her, seeing the fire still burning behind her tears. The sheer biological and psychological pull he felt toward her in that moment was overwhelming.

And I always get what I want. "Erm, A... Arthur," Victory stuttered, her body visibly quacking in fear as I approached her. "This is Astor. And Astor this is Arthur," was all she could say. She had paled and now appears to be tongue-tied. Well... Well... Well... The chirpy Victory Knight, tongue-tied at being caught in a sham. How interesting, I thought to myself. This makes things between us very interesting indeed. Without batting an eye, I plucked out a few strands of hair from Astor's head, causing him to cry out in surprise and walked up to the registration counter.

"Not while I draw breath." With a roar, Victor launched himself at me, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. I parried his attack, the clash of steel reverberating through the vineyards as our battle echoed across the estate. Maya and Lila fought valiantly beside me, their magic weaving through the air in a symphony of elemental fury. Together, we pushed Victor back, forcing him to retreat under the weight of our combined strength. But Victor was relentless, his thirst for power drove him to unleash dark sorcery upon us. Shadows writhed around him, twisting and coiling like serpents as he summoned forbidden magic to turn the tide of battle in his favor.

Her heels clicked softly on the polished stone as she took one step closer, then another, her gaze fixed not on Maxim—but on the man standing opposite him. Victor Vale. No designer suit this time. No golden cufflinks. Only a dark shirt rolled to the elbows and a look in his eyes that reeked of vengeance. “You’re not backing down,” Victor said, voice smooth as broken glass. “Even after what happened to your little intern upstairs?” Maxim’s jaw tensed. “Say her name again, and I’ll end this here.” “Zara,” Victor repeated, with venomous ease. “The girl you branded under moonlight in front of half the power players in the supernatural world. I can see why you're obsessed. You’ve always been a su

she paused, as though savoring the moment, "are nothing but a broken king." With every ounce of his strength, Viktor lunged at her, fury and grief driving him forward. He caught her by the wrist, squeezing until he felt bone. But before he could deal the finishing blow, the magic that surrounded her flared once more, a blinding light that pushed him back. Viktor collapsed to the ground, blood staining his fur. He could feel his strength waning, but he would not—could not—let her win. With one final, desperate effort, he roared, his voice shaking the walls of her lair.

I know Vinci is a techno-savvy person but how did he get all this info? "How do you know all this?" I asked "If you go through the werewolves database, you will find all the information in there." He said as if it was the obvious thing to do. "But that database is confidential and it's available only with the council's permission" Dad said. "Did. You. Hack. It. " I asked him sitting up straight on my chair. That brought his interest to me, he looked up from his mobile and smirked proudly. "She was working as a chef at a bakery before joining the Warriors team. Viktor Kent himself had trained her. She had a tattoo of his name on her.."

She had striking, brilliant golden hair, and eyes that were a piercing, unmistakable mix of green and blue. Beside her stood a man named Rain, his face etched with grim determination as he fought off Draco's guards. The vision shifted rapidly, flooding my mind with ancient prophecies. This girl... her name was Elle. She was the destined downfall of the Witches of the Woods, a force that would tear my beloved coven apart—but she was also the ultimate weapon, the only soul powerful enough to finally kill my mother, Isolde.

She said, her eyes looked calculating. And I felt a twinge of disappointment, but I quickly brushed it off as I growled lowly, "You really want to reveal this? Use it to your gain?" "No…yes," she said slowly. "Which is it?" "Forget wiping her brain, I'll kill her right here," Valoric said taking a step before I stopped him and he saw I wasn't going to allow that. "Listen to my explanation first before you decide to kill me." She said watching our reaction carefully but I could tell she was bring extremely cautious. She knew what she was doing was a big risk but gambling on our private interaction.

Victor closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at the waiting court and his parents. “Lady Viktoria of Ezorona has been born.” He sighed. He knew that he couldn’t really call her Lady since she was a dhampir, but he hoped that he wouldn’t be punished for doing this just this once. His father scowled before storming away. His mother patted the sides of his arms and whispered that there was always the next time, but Victor knew there wouldn’t be. This was the only chance the saints had given him. Viktoria’s POV

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.