Yuri X Victor Novels & Stories

And then—Devin’s hand wrapped around hers. “You don’t have to become him,” he said. “You already won.” Tears slipped down her face. And the lance dissolved into harmless light. Azrael collapsed. Alive. Defeated. Yuri dropped to her knees, sobbing into Devin’s chest. Later That Night – Vector’s Final Words Yuri stood by Vector’s bedside, the dagger on the table beside them. He looked older. So much older. “You saved them,” he whispered. “You’re not proud of me,” she said softly. “You’re relieved I didn’t burn.”

He was older than Damien’s father, built like a tank gone to seed, gray beard, scars across his knuckles. “Well,” he drawled, “the little human learned some tricks.” I smiled, all teeth. “Not so human anymore.” Behind me, Kira shifted too, staying by the door. Rhys’s gaze flicked to the mating mark blazing on my neck and something ugly twisted his face. “Victor’s whore thinks she can—” I didn’t let him finish. I lunged, half-shifted—claws out, fangs dropped—and slashed the phone in half. Sparks flew. Lisa’s scream cut off.

Yuri’s hazel eyes, cold and calculating, darted to the guard closest to him, a burly thug named Marco, pants around his ankles, fucking Alexei’s mouth while high on meth. Marco’s belt, complete with a sheathed combat knife, lay discarded on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Yuri’s lips twitched into a smirk. Amateurs. “Hey, big guy,” Yuri rasped, his voice low and taunting, laced with the Russian accent he’d never shed. “You gonna cum again, or you just jerking off for show?” Marco snarled, distracted, thrusting harder into Alexei’s throat. Yuri seized the moment, his chained hands straining against the bolts.

then, with a rather high pitched voice, he abruptly yells at me, “I see fireworks!” I pause, “Fireworks?” I squint at my ceiling. “Yes! The chemistry!” Victor elaborates, “I can see Jamie really likes Henry Nosrevi a lot.” Wow. That’s what Victor saw from the vehicle? What is Victor? A CIA agent? And of course, everybody loves Henry Nosrevi, or I can say attracted to. He is cool, he is tall, he is handsome, he is talented… but is Jamie included as his admirer? From what I heard from Victor, I think the answer is yes.

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn

They were silver. I froze. Hunter whispered, “Moon… she has the power of the moon… how?” Valerie’s breath came out in ragged bursts. Power rippled off her in waves, bending the grass, rattling the wooden beams around us. “Xavier,” she choked out. “I… I can’t stop it…” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward me, her body slamming into my chest as her wolf fought against itself, against her skin, against the air.

"I want to hug you. Don't you like me hugging you?" 00Shen Jianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I like it, but you are still young..." 00"I'm not young. I'm an adult now." Yuri put her lips on his neck. She found that she really liked him. He was not honest on the surface, but he was also a gentleman in his bones. If he had been with another man, he would have been unable to control himself. 00She was not confident in her charm. Instead, she was sending herself to someone's door. How many men could resist her?

The metallic click of Yuri's pistol lowering was the only sound in the suffocating silence of the VIP lounge. Yuri, the scarred head of the island's underground security, stepped back from Maeva. The cold, salt-stained ocean wind howled through the shattered glass window of the locked-down room, carrying the metallic smell of blood from Julian's heavy head wound. Yuri let out a low, mocking chuckle, his cold eyes darting from Maeva to Kasen, who stood rigid behind her.

“Hey, babe—” Yulia halted. Her eyes moved around the room, taking in the scattered papers and folders. “What happened in here?” I straightened as she strutted closer. “I was looking for something.” Damon cleared his throat loudly on the phone. I glanced at the screen and shook my head slightly. Don't. Yulia watched me suspiciously. “Who's that?” I showed her the screen. “Victor and Damon.” “Oh!” Her expression brightened slightly. “Hi, guys!”

Victor walked around him slowly, inspecting him like livestock. “Not bad,” Victor murmured. “Good ass. Tight. You’ve never been fucked, have you?” Liam’s face burned with humiliation. “I… I’m not gay.” Victor laughed, low and dangerous. He stepped close, towering over Liam. His big hand cupped Liam’s ass cheek, squeezing possessively. “You will be. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for cock. My cock.” Liam’s breath hitched as Victor’s thick finger traced down his crack, brushing over his virgin hole. The touch sent unwanted sparks through his body.