Arcane Herald Viktor Novels & Stories

My fingers lit with flame. “Who are you?” I demanded. He didn’t answer right away. He walked through the paused battlefield like he owned it. Like time was his pet and war his playground. And maybe it was. “Isn’t it obvious?” he finally said. “I’m the one you’ve been waiting to fight. The shadow behind your losses. The hand behind your grief.” “You’re Viktor.” He bowed slightly. “And you are exactly as they said you’d be. Fire and storm. Beautiful rage.”

The slim, cloaked man leaped into the hall from the front yard, his toes tapping the ground to propel himself forward. "It's you?" Mohan and Graham's pupils shrank the moment they saw the slim man, their killing intent surging. "Right Protector of the Black Maple Organization, Viktor Fander!" Viktor was the right-hand man of the Black Maple Master, one of the main people who led the siege of the Kane family 30 years ago. He had long been ranked as a half-step Lord of War, only a short cry away from becoming a true Lord of War. Although Viktor was powerful, the technique he practiced was the Withered Wood Spring Heart, which belonged to the Eastern Wood among the five elements of Wyverna.

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

His exhaustion was more than physical; he was still vibrating from the energy he’d absorbed in the Pit. Elara knelt beside him, placing a hand on his forehead. "You did enough, Zane. Rest." The quiet healer caught her wrist, his eyes wide and terrified. He didn't speak, but his message was clear: He's coming. "Who?" Elara whispered. Kael walked over, his face illuminated by the flickering green light of the monitors Rhys had set up. "Viktor. He knows we’re the only ones who can resist. The Anchor is an anomaly in his system. We’re the 'noise' in his perfect signal."

Well, he was straightforward. I ducked under his arm and went around him. I hurriedly backed away from him. I wanted to keep some distance between us and spend as little as possible time close to him. I had cancelled out my scent but I didn’t want to take any chances of him whiffing a smell of my body. Viktor turned around to face me with a smirk, “I see you are light on your feet, huh? Is that pure skill or is that magic too?” He sped towards me with a grin, “Well, it doesn’t matter what you’re on,” he paused as he threw rapid punches at me, “all I know is, I want to know what color the blood of a warlock is.”

"I thought the Queen turned you into a rug years ago." "She considered it." Viktor smiled, revealing fangs that were far too long for his mouth. "But I’m much better at pouring wine than being a floor decoration. And look at you. Bringing a Muse into the Sanguine Palace. Bold. Or desperate." "We're here for Hecate." Aradaa stepped forward, his silver veins pulsing. "Move aside, blood-sucker." Viktor’s eyes shifted to Aradaa’s stomach. He tilted his head. "Ah. The cargo. The little Prince who will end the world. Or save it. The bets are currently three-to-one in favor of the apocalypse."

I walked in and found him waiting—black coat, silver hair, a chessboard set up on the altar. “Alessia,” he said. “Or should I say… daughter of the blood war.” I didn’t say anything—not yet. He pointed to the board. Two pieces stood side by side. A Queen. A Bishop. “I’ll give you a choice,” Viktor said, grinning like the devil he was. “One piece walks out. One piece burns.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do they represent?” He shrugged. “That’s for you to decide. But if you choose wrong… the next piece off the board is Luca.”

He said wryly. Zavier stiffened before he was looking away and busying himself. "Now I am able to see paths that nobody else can see unless it involves Ariella. So." Victor was being interrupted instantly. "If you can't see her path why are you here?" Arthur roared. "Enough." I snapped angrily. "I can see Hectors. I will know when he is not with her and where he is when he is not with her." He said. "Didn't you see Alexander taking Ariella's purity?" Maverick asked slowly. "When I am physically looking at the path yes I can see everything but unless Hector comes to me I can only see him when he's away from her." He said confidently.

“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.