Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

“And the information about the Red Hook guy I asked about – were you able to find anything about him? Who is he?” Ray flipped through a file he had come in with. “His name is Viktor Krasimirov,” he began. “At least, that's the name he's using now. He's had at least six others over the past eight years, so no one's certain if any of them are real.” “Where's he from?”

His chest was very tight as if the juice of his life sucked by unwillingness. Viktor, the little boy, stood proudly and became the first person to shovel dirt to cover his father's grave. The rest of Vasilio's men followed until the tomb formed a high mound. A large black stone stuck at the far left of the mound, right at Vasilio's head. On the stone, the name Vasilio Heraksel is engraved. 'His Majesty and Immortal Vasilio Heraksel: Lord of the dark magicians, father of the young master Viktor friz Heraksel, lover of the goddess Arlcia. Rest in peace and live happily up there.

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.

He scoffs and his words sound more like he's mocking himself for failing. “I'm Viktor Ivanov. I call shots in the Bratva. I'm the strategist, but I was not able to find her on time. The whole Bratva failed her. Her father is the pakhan, but he was not able to find her. He saves life and rescues people from kidnapping sometime, but he was not able to save his daughter and those fucking rebels, they still tried to harm Annika yet again.” He voices out his frustration and my eyes bulge at his words.

"Amara. It's Damien. I need your help. Viktor has me. He's going to kill me if Lucian doesn't cooperate. Please. For Kai. Help me." Another text came through. This one from a different unknown number. "Hello, Miss Cross. My name is Viktor Konstantin. Your ex-husband and I have come to an arrangement. Tell Lucian I'm coming for what's mine. Tell him the war starts now." Word Count: 998

Something stronger. “Incoming transmission,” a technician called suddenly. “Someone’s accessing our secure server. They’re sending a video response.” Carter gestured for the technicians to trace the signal while displaying the incoming feed. The screen on the wall came to life. A man appeared—late sixties, distinguished, with cold eyes and a surgical scar along his jawline. Victor Krane. “Hello, Lila,” he said, smiling politely. “That was quite a performance. Rejection of traumatic symbols, reclamation of personal narrative—textbook therapeutic techniques. I’m impressed. But you’ve missed something crucial.”

Even if it was just a sham. His cousin who seemed to shadow Dimitri, named Vik, had come up to me with a glass of champagne in his hands and congratulated me on the big day. “Welcome to the family,” he had said, wearing a characteristically bright smile it seemed. Even so, I could still sense how nervous he was to speak with me. “Thanks,” I muttered simply. While it wouldn’t hurt for me to have someone in my corner, and he seemed like a nice guy, Vik was still a Lanstov.

The slim, cloaked man leaped into the hall from the front yard, his toes tapping the ground to propel himself forward. "It's you?" Mohan and Graham's pupils shrank the moment they saw the slim man, their killing intent surging. "Right Protector of the Black Maple Organization, Viktor Fander!" Viktor was the right-hand man of the Black Maple Master, one of the main people who led the siege of the Kane family 30 years ago. He had long been ranked as a half-step Lord of War, only a short cry away from becoming a true Lord of War. Although Viktor was powerful, the technique he practiced was the Withered Wood Spring Heart, which belonged to the Eastern Wood among the five elements of Wyverna.

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”