Viktor Krum 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 101 Lucien POV… “What were you saying earlier?” I turned to the man and asked coldly. “You, you really don’t fear death, do you?” the man questioned. He was on the verge of blowing his top from anger. “That is true. We are not afraid of you and your little toys.” Pete said and I turned to him in shock. This quite brother-in-law of mine seemed to have quite a temper too. But he had the right to be arrogant after all, he has already taken the serum and he was also the black horse in this year’s competition.

Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputation for nothing.

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

“Do you wish me to sing your praise? Antonio is hot headed and will burn this organization to the ground with his impudence. Manetto is a coke head. And Valentina is as much of a spoiled bitch as her mother.” “Good to know we are in agreement,” Domenico said. “You are like me, more so than any of the others. I despise that you weren’t formally acknowledged under my father’s rule as my son and able to take your rightful seat in the family. That will change.” “I am now the youngest.” “I decide who my successor is, and everyone will fall in line or I will put a bullet in them, no matter who it is. Besides, isn’t this what you were aiming for when you had Vitale contact me?”

“Oh, damn, I could listen to you chuckle all day.” Her smile didn’t fade, which Vanluke took as irritating. He’s trying hard to be someone he’s not usually is. He’s Vanluke Kromativa, the man who has earned the position as heir for the Kromativa family head. He kills without looking back. He has had blood in his hands since he was a teenager. Women see him as the alpha. His coldheartedness might be over the top but he is willing to oppose the real him if that’s what it takes to get to Ara. Yet Danil can easily make her smile, laugh in his worst case scenario.

He turned to look at the person who was talking, and saw that it was a tall man in a deep green robe. Fane raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is that?" Justin was right next to Fane and immediately answered, "That person is called Viktor Kroole. He's from the Flying Cloud Clan of Chaos Continent. He's the top chosen disciple, so he's incredibly strong!" Fane raised an eyebrow before he nodded at Justin. Justin's lips curled up excitedly. Fane had a rough personality. Fane had looked away the moment someone wanted to get close, ignoring others completely, but Fane had actually nodded at him. Justin suddenly felt like he was incredibly lucky.

“ Has Nik asked for help? “ I asked. Viv laughed like I had said something funny. “ Do you know the other dons? They have never liked Nikolai because he made his empire instead of inheriting it like the rest of them. We are the first Trentino mafia family in Italy and they’re jealous because someone so young has achieved what they couldn’t. “ Before I could answer and say how stupid that was, I heard the screams of a man. We all looked outside the door in time to see Nikolai dragging a crying Viktor to the basement. There was blood all over his shirt and hands. He had a look I had never seen before. Not even when he beat the man who touched me to death. I got up from my seat and followed him

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

“I am Fred East, the 23rd generation disciple of the Krums. Greetings, Old Master Stefani. My grandfather is the senior elder of the Krums, Norman East,” Fred put his hands together and introduced himself. “Greetings, Old Master Stefani, I am Lorraine Lovewood, the 23rd generation disciple of the Krums. My master is the third elder of the Krums, Taylor Coda,” Lorraine also bowed and put her hands together to introduce herself.

His eyes swept over the clubhouse, taking in the laughter and camaraderie around us. Jake stood abruptly from his chair and turned toward Martin, reaching out for a handshake. “Jake Wilson, club president. And you are…?” “Apologies, Jacob, how rude of me,” Viktor said, nodding toward Martin. “This is Martin Volkov. My new second-in-command.” Jake balked at the new information, but he shook Martin’s hand firmly before glancing at me with a puzzled look on his face. I shook my head, raising my whiskey for a toast. “To the death of our common enemies, and the inheritance of empires.”