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?"

“What will happen when people figure out that there’s magic in your blood?” I asked, my voice equally as calm as his... The alpha took a deep swig of his cigarette, blowing out the steam of smoke. It condensed in the humid summer air, carrying the scent of arsenic and nicotine towards me, making my nose itch… “Honestly, I don’t care,” Victor replied, dropping the cigarette stump and squishing it with his foot. “But if Ryan – the real one! – comes back…” He grinned, his wicked smile flashing his white canines. “Give me a hauler, will you? I want to see the two of you fight it out. Especially considering you stole his mate!”

“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.”

Victor POV Wearing a black suit with a shorter length that elongated my body by revealing more of my legs displayed supremacy as I got in the carriage that was ridden by a white stallion. With me was my right hand and trusted friend, Aram and my best two warriors Zenith and Draco, the one with telekinetic power as the driver. As the stallion halted its pace in front of a dark wide and tall metal gate, Aram lowered his head while his hand slightly slid the closed wooden window. His keen eyes observed outside. After a while, he sat straight and stared at 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.

We’re a beautiful mess. I turn my head and see something glinting under the edge of a discarded tactical vest. A coin. Silver. Russian imperial eagle stamped on one side. Viktor’s calling card. Dante sees it too. His arm tightens around me. “They’re not done,” he says, voice low and deadly. I press my face into his neck, still feeling him inside me, still dripping with him. “Neither are we.” He kisses my temple, soft for once. “Damn right.”

It should have made him exhale with relief. Should have. “You all right?” he asked. His eyes were still scanning—corners, windows, the shadows under the desk. “Of course.” Aria’s voice was clear, unruffled. “Victor’s hackers are the ones weeping right now. Twelve hours inside my honeypot and still no idea they’re lost.” She tapped her temple. “The only real heroes are the ones who never learned the meaning of fatigue.” Marcus set the bag on the table. He didn’t stop watching her face.