Arcane Herald Viktor Novels & Stories

Elara hovered nearby, ever the shadow. Viktor emerged first: a towering figure, broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, scars crisscrossing his arms like battle maps. His aura pulsed with alpha power, a match for mine, but tempered with a diplomat's smile. Kira followed, nodding respectfully. "Alpha Blackwood," Viktor boomed, his voice carrying a faint Eastern European accent, extending a hand. "Congratulations on the heir—and Hanlon's demise. The packs owe you a debt." I clasped his forearm in the traditional grip, testing his strength. Solid, unyielding. "Debt's mutual if your intel holds. The bunker was a goldmine—and a nightmare."

"Let's see what they want first." The column stopped at the fortress gates. One vampire stepped forward—tall, silver-haired, with eyes the color of frozen blood. He looked up at us and smiled. "Hybrid," he called. "I've come with a message." "Then deliver it." "My name is Viktor. I served Seraphine for twelve hundred years. I watched you kill her. And now I'm here to offer you a choice." "What choice?" He gestured to the chained wolves. "These creatures refused to bend the knee to you. They stayed loyal to their true queen. They are traitors to your cause, and I offer them to you as a gift. Proof of my good faith."

“That also means Hecta wants to keep you alive.” “Why?” Anabel said following him out of the room. “I don’t know you can ask her when I bring her here.” Victor said looking for his shoulder. “So Hecta wrote a spell even before this happened.” He said looking at Marcus. “Did she now?” Marcus said walking towards Victor. “So what do we have to do?”

What if Alpha Viktor was as ruthless as his reputation suggested? But just as I began to question my resolve, the gate creaked open, revealing a shadowy figure standing within. Alpha Viktor emerged, his presence commanding and intimidating. He was tall, with an air of authority that sent chills down my spine. His dark hair framed a face that was both handsome and frightening, and his eyes glinted like shards of ice. “Why have you come to my kingdom?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly. I stepped forward, trying to project confidence. “Alpha Viktor, I am Arianna, and this is Xavier. We seek the Dark Moon amulet to unite our people against the darkness threatening our world. We come to ask

Chapter 7: The rules VIKTOR’S POV I sat on the porch, watching the smoke curl from my cigar, bored out of my mind as I waited for the new girl who arrived at my pack today. Ariel Virellis. After my Beta took her to Ravenna, I ran a quick background check to confirm her story about being from Moonshade, my old pack. She hadn’t been lying. My grip tightened around the glass in my hand as memories I had buried deep began to crawl back. I shoved them aside, letting only one remain.

I arched my brow at him with an amused look on my face. “Where’s the dragon scale? Everything else is useless without the dragon scale to bind the spell.” I muttered, my voice irritated. “Oh yes, sorry, Victoria told me to store it separately from the other items so it didn’t become tainted.” He explained as he handed me a small vile with flakes of dragon scales. This spell would make my aura smell and appear like a dragon. It would buy me enough time to find Imelda and confront her. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I did, but I knew I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight.

But the demonkin mage-lord had prepared. A ripple of violet-black energy tore through the line. Confusion erupted—Valrosians stumbling, demonkin surging. In the chaos, Victoria spun to strike down a hulking brute and lost sight of Raven for three heartbeats. Three heartbeats too long. A mage in tattered Arcadian robes—scarred face, eyes burning with righteous fury—lunged from the smoke. His hand clamped around Raven’s wrist like iron. She tried to pull free; shadows surged weakly at her feet, but the mage’s ward-ring flared, burning the tendrils away. He dragged her backward through the melee, using the press of bodies as cover.

"The one who set up the deal. The one your mother uses. What do you actually know about him." "He came recommended. Three years ago. Impeccable credentials, Harvard, fifteen years at—" "What's his name." "Mara—" "His name Viktor." "Marcus Hale." I reached into my bag. Put the photograph on the table between us. The one from Aleksei's file. The man outside the Milan building. Viktor looked at it. "Your father took that," I said. "Along with five others. Different cities, different years. Same man." Viktor picked it up.

“This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made her think you were dead—just to use her.” Viktor’s smile widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Damian Volkov. My daughter’s… ally.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the first man to come for my little girl, you know. And you certainly won’t be the last.”

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.