Arcane Herald Viktor Novels & Stories

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.

After moving the runic shield aside with his paw, he flew headfirst into the Red Dragons. Taking a better look at the Red Dragon in front of me, I could recognize him, he was Viktor, Orit's infamous right hand. An executor called the Death Blink. Aelred breathed a little tornado of fire. Today, Viktor wouldn’t kill, but be killed and his reign of terror would finally come to an end. Another large Dragon came towards us. I didn’t know him, but I was sure he wasn’t the General we were looking for. Orit didn’t even come up to protect his own house, only sending his dragon-minions instead.

**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."

Inarguably, there had been some lapses in judgment in her decisions, but she had always been quick to recognize her flaws and work to eliminate them. Katya, a wise and experienced witch, had advised that Charlotte should focus on the werewolf, vampire, and witch traits first, as they were common to many other supernaturals. Katya had been an exceptional teacher in witchcraft. Charlotte’s werewolf side was being trained by both Azraiel and Matt. Victor, Ayleen's vampire friend, was training her vampire side, though always under Theo's watchful eye. Theo, ever protective, wouldn't stop glaring at poor Victor the entire time.

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.