Arcane Herald Viktor Novels & Stories

“But only if you agree to my terms first.” His grin widened, and he stepped back, spreading his arms in mock surrender. “You’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Tell me your terms.” “You will give me what I need to eliminate Dren,” I said firmly. “And you will do it tonight. I don’t care what it takes—wolfbane, silver, anything. It must be undetectable and fast-acting.” Viktor tapped his chin, pretending to think. “Wolfbane mixed with silver,” he mused. “Now, that’s a nasty combination. It’ll do the job for sure, but it’s risky. If anyone finds out…..”

“What is it?” Viktor’s jaw tightened. “It’s time.” He handed her the scroll. Marcus’s message was short, direct: Daven approaches with his core guard. I’ll face him, but I need someone I trust at my side. Bring fire. Bring silence. —M Viktor moved to the armoire and began pulling out his weapons—blades, leather armor, a silver-threaded gauntlet Reva had enchanted for him. Reva remained still, the scroll in her hand.

The Mage Tower's teleportation array can teleport up to five people to any location within that range. By this time, Christine had gathered everyone in the courtyard of the villa. Although she had not told them the truth, no one dared disobey her orders, for she had the authority of a baroness. The leader, Valessi Arnol, a sixth level mage, saw Christine at first glance. There was no way around it, she was the centre of attention wherever she went. She immediately approached Christine and asked, 'Christine, what's going on? Mage Valessi,'

I saw Viktor stumble once more, his arrogance fading as he realized his empire was crumbling. “Finish it, Ronan!” I yelled, watching as he raised his blade for the final strike. Viktor’s face twisted in fury, and he tried to lunge at Ronan, but it was too late. With a swift, decisive motion, Ronan plunged his blade into Viktor’s chest. The world seemed to freeze as the sound of Viktor’s final breath filled the silence that followed. He dropped to his knees, a cruel smile still etched on his face as he crumbled to the ground.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”

Viktor crashed onto the concrete floor with a sickening crunch that echoed through the cavernous space. Before Viktor could rise, Jack was on him. He saw the obsidian charm, still pulsing faintly on Viktor’s belt. That was the source. He stomped down hard on Viktor’s wrist, pinning his hand to the floor, then ripped the charm from its leather strap. The moment it was severed from Viktor’s body, the crimson light died, and the artificial power surging through him vanished. The withdrawal was instantaneous and brutal. Viktor let out a pained gasp, his muscles deflating, the monstrous features receding, leaving him as just a man—a broken, bleeding man in a torn suit.

he was mumbling. " Darn!!!" he frustratedly scratches his head. Just when I could tame all the wolves keeper, and now here is one of them who's...damn! How would I even describe her? Rysher thinks. He rose from his seat and screamed for one of his spies to come over. " What is it Lycan King?" asked the man whose head was kept down before him. " The Ultima of the Howling Valley... I want you to dig more information about her," he ordered.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t wound him, it is because he shielded himself. After all, I had managed to hit him when he was less suspecting, right in his eye. He was still favoring that eye, which meant the only way I was going to be able to take him on is if I was the one doing it. If he was part witch and there was a cure, maybe his brother was the key to the curse Ryker had.

"I… I don't have any relationship with Arcos, but I can't tell you where they are." "Yes, don't tell us." "I really can't tell you— huh? What did you say?" I blinked my eyes multiple times and even shook my head, wondering if my hearing had failed, but he repeated what he said, and it clearly told me not to disclose the Healer territory to the lycans. "But you were yelling at me before asking about the healer's territory. Why suddenly?" Sir Vitto looked troubled while he raked his fingers through his snow-white hair. I feel like I am watching a shampoo advertisement seeing him play with his waist-length hair. I was lost in his beauty for a moment before I could refocus on what he was ponderi