Arcane Herald Viktor Novels & Stories

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.

I stand in the center of the arena, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my teeth. Across from me, another door opens. And my opponent enters. He's massive—easily six-five, maybe two-hundred-fifty pounds of muscle and violence. His face is scarred, one ear missing, and his eyes have the flat, dead look of someone who's killed so many times it doesn't even register anymore. A feral rogue. The crowd roars approval. "Ladies and gentlemen!" A voice booms over speakers—Hank, acting as announcer. "In the red corner, we have Viktor the Butcher! Twelve wins, zero losses, and a taste for omega blood!"

His cold gray eyes swept over the scene: the tangled bodies on the altar, the dripping milk, the thick scent of sex hanging heavy in the tropical air. Valeria stepped forward, her posture tense. “Uncle. You were not invited.” Viktor’s gaze locked on Sophia’s rounded pregnant belly and the warm trails of milk still running down her skin. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. “We don’t need invitations to claim what should belong to us.” The encrypted stream was still live. Over 37 million viewers watched in stunned silence as the confrontation unfolded on camera.

The one I met in the woods that asked me to be careful. I’ve not been here again since that night. It was just my crazy luck that I had to meet him today again. This time, even if where we were standing was not fully illuminated, I could see his face properly. My breath caught in my throat and I bit back the sharp remark that sprang to my lips when I recognized him. He was Seven. The cage fighter that defeated Brody the first night I found this place. The same man who had won each and everyone of his opponents since the night he won against Brody. It was no wonder I thought him and the band holding his hair away from his face to be familiar that night in the woods.

“By who?” The figure’s gaze never left her. “By the balance.” A wave of pressure rolled through the chamber, forcing several wolves to their knees. Killian held his ground, muscles trembling with effort. “State your name,” he growled. The figure inclined their head slightly. “I am a Herald. A voice for forces older than your packs, your laws… even your Moon.” Aria felt the pull inside her spike violently, answering the presence instinctively. She fought it, grounding herself through Killian’s touch.

He was finding all of this too intense and unbelievable himself. He knew that Valencia didn't see eye to eye with Trecdor but he felt that it was only because she was the first female alpha to ascend to the position of an archon. Now, Valencia had even more reason to revolt against him and Dominic didn't want her to invite more trouble than she could handle right now. “That still doesn't explain how you got in touch with a mage. Have you met the Ancient One? I was actually on my way to meet him.”

he murmured with a slight curl of his lips. "I hate to interrupt you two but this is bloody fucking weird and you can expect Tania in about three seconds," Quade cut in which earned him a death glare from Victor but Quade powered through it, "that's what I came in here to tell you. I need to get back home but, before I do, I think Tania can help you. If she can siphon our healing then maybe she can push it into someone else. Or maybe she has a spell she can use." "I don't know if I trust her," Victor muttered, only marginally pulling away from me.

The moment it hit the wood, the sound rang sharper than it should have. The Widowmaker’s smile faded. “I’m not here to beg,” Viktor said. “That’s not my job. I’m here to warn. That coin… means you’ve caught the eye of someone you don’t want looking your way. You join Valeria, you inherit her war. And her enemies.” Her fingers brushed the coin. “What if I already agreed to meet her?” “Then keep your appointment,” Viktor said, standing. “But understand something—once you step into her circle, there’s no coming back. And Bain Blackwood doesn’t leave enemies behind.”

"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.