Romans & histoires Arcane Herald Viktor

"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.

While I took the seat Valkar gestured to. Valkar didn’t waste time. “Why have you come, Princess?” Victor scoffed behind me. “Princess? Again with the weird titles…” “Anthony,” I said quickly, cutting off whatever nonsense Victor was about to start. “He was drugged with Amare. He’s… it’s bad. Really bad. I need your help in finding a cure for him.” Valkar nodded like he had already known. He walked to a tall shelf, scanned a few jars, then picked out a small bottle filled with something clear.

“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.

I tell Fred and Tim, before walking off, heading towards the door, leaving out. I have waited seventy years for this and I'll be damn if I let Draven take this kill from me. I wouldn't call Draven an enemy, but he's not a friend neither. When my father disappeared for days, I thought that Draven's father had something to do with it. So I went to their land with a group of Lycans and started killing every vampire in my path until I got to Draven. We fought and we were pretty evenly matched, but the venom that I use to change humans into Lycans, that same venom weakens the vampires. So after one clean bite, he went down.

"What is this?" She didn’t answer. Instead, she whispered a spell. The water shimmered, and a face slowly formed on its surface a face Victor vaguely recognized. "I thought I told you never to contact me again unless it was about destroying Anastasia," said a cold, commanding voice. It was Aquaris. "Your Majesty," the witch said, pushing Victor forward. "He seeks your help." "Oh? And what does he want in return?" Aquaris asked. "I want power ten times more than Kael’s," Victor said without hesitation.

We hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and we had to leave soon to go to the club. “Aria?” I called her. She looked up from her plate. “Yes?” “Are you okay?” I asked her. “Did you find something at the library?” “No. I didn’t find anything,” she answered. “I am just thinking about what Annie found out.” “What did you find, Annie?” Nick asked her. “Well, I found out something about Victor,” Annie said and looked between Nick and me. “Go on,” I nudged her. “He was a powerful warlock and a politician who wanted to eradicate humans,” she said.

Viktor didn’t complain; he accepted with gratitude, promising to serve and follow the pack no matter what. Aaron remained sceptical of Viktor, and it showed in his communication with him. Damor said all he had to do was say the word, and he would rip out Viktor’s heart. It turned out Aaron wasn’t the only one with second thoughts about him. Ivan didn’t see him as a snake; his story checked out, and there was nothing fishy about him. According to him, he was just a man broken by life and trying to find his feet on the ground.

“Don’t speak.” He raised both hands slowly. “Wolf king, listen—” Wrong move. I lunged at him, swiping my claws at him. He vanished just as my claws slashed through the air where his throat had been. I turned fast, snapping my jaws at him, but he was gone again with inhuman speed. Viktor was an ancient vampire after all. “I don’t want to fight you,” Viktor said, his voice was calm and firm as he reappeared several feet away. “Aria is alive.”

Zara’s breath caught. Victor Vale. He stood beyond the chaos, untouched in a black coat, watching like a priest at a sacrifice. His smile was calm, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I told you,” he called out, voice steady. “He can’t protect you forever, girl.” Maxim froze mid-strike. Victor smiled. “Do it,” he ordered. Kieran obeyed. From behind him, a glyph flared—red and ancient, carved in cursed blood. A summoning seal.