Arcane Herald Viktor Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

I was looking into the eyes I once adored, but now was different, years of grudge becoming visible, while his face was hard, betrayed expression visible. “I’m sorry, Johan.” I could ask how he found out, I was curious, but it didn't feel like the right words to say to someone heartbroken. “But we can't return together.” “I disagree with that. You see, I drugged your water and brought you here, ordered your favorites because I plan to have you back. I still love you, Alexa, and I want to be with you, but this time, I won’t. “ “Police here, open the door. Comply with us now, or we will have to break in, Mr Arius.”

"I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you." Hunter gave me a look of disbelief. "I don't have powers. Not like what you just did." "You do. We Reinhardts are different, our powers have to be activated. I only received my Talent, as we call it, about a year ago - actually, a few months less than that." He stared off out the kitchen window for a long moment. "And the others? Are they like you?" "Avery is Necromancer," I replied, and finished my soda. I tossed the can into the recycling bin. "She's Head of the Manser family. The Mansers are known for their Talent in Vision, seeing the past, present, and future, even."

Soren - POV Rocher slid a file across the table, his expression grim. “This is what the spy managed to collect before he died.” His voice was heavy. “It seems Joshua had a deal, Reaper.” He paused. “Viktor wants to make Raisel the heir to his mafia empire.” Raisel gasped, her body going rigid. “Wait… If this was a deal, why would Reaper — I mean, Viktor—kill his own men?” Jace asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You told me, you trust me. You also want our gradual enrichment, don't you?! Do you know how I did that?! I scammed some of the men in our town, Helga, I told them to invest in the business that we will build so that Dako Paroon can recover. But of course, I just fooled them. I offered them to him, Helga. I thought that was enough! But the Lord is also greedy, he is as greedy as me,” I could feel the anger in his voice. Did he kill men for money? Who in the right mind would do that?! “He told me she needed a mate. Lilith doesn't like him, so his partner in evil should come from me. I was scared too, Helga! I was scared too! ” his voice echoed all over the place. Fear crept into my body, as

Her staff glowed with every incantation, pushing back wave after wave. But Viktor didn’t stay idle. He stepped into the battlefield with a slow, confident stride. And with every step, the beasts became stronger, faster, more ruthless. “You can’t win,” he said, drawing his own blade—a long, black weapon that pulsed with every heartbeat. “You broke the bond, yes. But I am no longer bound by that weakness. I’ve transcended it.” “You’ve corrupted yourself,” Alina spat. “Made yourself into something unrecognizable.”