Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

Arkyn’s eyes burn with fury as he glares at me, his jaw clenched so tight I can hear the grinding of his teeth. “Explain?” he growls. “There’s nothing to explain. He’s the fucking reason Legion nearly killed people the other night!” “I didn’t have a choice,” I say, my voice shaky but steady enough to be heard. “I swear to Goddess, Arkyn, I didn’t want any of this.” Arkyn’s lip curls, but he doesn’t take another swing. “So now you’re the victim?” he spits. “You’ve been working with those witches, Zane. You’ve been running these fights.”

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

“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.”

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

Alpha Darren did not consider his marriage to be a business marriage. Alpha Darren finally sat down again, he also wanted to clarify something that was still lingering in his mind. “You used me to cover up your shame?” He gave Annabelle a sharp look. “I am Alpha Pack Kyne! Do you know who you're messing with?” Annabelle looked down deeply, she knew and understood she was wrong. But she was also very pressured at that moment. She might be asked to abort her fetus and her boyfriend might be killed by her father if he knew all that. That's why she asked for help from the strongest person in the Pack, Alpha Darren.

“You took one of my people. I want to know why.” Viktor exhaled a slow stream of smoke and leaned back in his chair. “Your people?”he mused lazily. “Let me think,” he drawled lazily, while trying to appear like he was thinking hard. He finally snapped his fingers “Ah, yes. The woman. Pretty thing. Loud mouth. Hot stuff. She has quite the mouth on if you know what I mean,” he added suggestively. “Always had a way of getting herself into places she shouldn’t.”

Roman cussed but still tried to come to terms with the plan “It worked didn’t it? Not in the way I planned but nobody got hurt so it’s a win win” Lucas got up from the couch and headed to the mini bar for another drink “Sorry if I’m not catching up” Harley chuckled confusedly “but what is wolfs bane” “It’s like plant, also known as aconite and it’s pretty dangerous to werewolves. It can weaken or shut down the whole system once it gets to the heart.” Lucas explained while pouring himself another glass of bourbon

"I'm not weak. I'm not by myself. Around me, the illusion trembled. The shadows shuddered. Here, I was in charge. I had to struggle. Then a figure appeared out of the darkness. A man with a deep, ancient voice, shrouded in silver mist. "You are stronger than you know, Amara." I stepped back. "Who are you?" The figure remained silent. Rather, he held up a hand, and I was filled with visions. Viktor's history. He was weak. The force he was most afraid of.

And with one sharp intake of breath, I declared, “Maxwell.” Ghost raised an amused brow as he leaned forward, lips stretched into a grin and eyes narrowed at me. “Maxwell? Why him?” He asked. I simply shrugged my shoulders in response. “He’s been a pain in my ass since taking his father’s place in the parliament. I can’t stand him anymore.” “Good.” Ghost proclaimed. “Maxwell it is.” We had an agreement. And by the end of the seventh day, Ariana Viktor Advik was murdered at the party of sinners.