Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

“Until I rewrote the rules.” Ethan swore under his breath. “So now we’re just… watching this happen?” Victor shook his head. “No.” He turned to Ariana urgently. “There’s still one option.” Ariana looked at him. “What?” Victor hesitated. And that hesitation said everything. Ariana’s stomach twisted. “Say it.” Victor’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re still the original Architect.” Her chest tightened. “So?” Victor swallowed hard. “So if you can access the core layer… the level beneath Daniel’s override…”

He led me through the crowd, introducing me to various members of the sect. “Aryn, you remember Viktor, don’t you?” Dimitri said, pulling me towards a man with a scarred face and eyes that held no warmth. Viktor was a brute, a loyal dog to Dimitri, and one of the few who had ever given me a run for my money in a fight. “Viktor,” I said, my voice flat. I didn’t offer my hand. He chuckled, a gravelly sound. “The Ghost. I heard you were pushing daisies. Good to see you’re still kicking, girl.” His eyes raked over me, a familiar, unsettling appraisal. “Looks like Dimitri’s got you on a tighter leash now.”

--- Everything goes black. The darkness slams into me like a freight train, crushing me into the ground, pressing the air out of my lungs. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything except lie there and let the weight of it suffocate me. Viktor is laughing. "Look at you," he says. "The great Elara Vance. The woman who killed the Collective. The woman who broke the veil. And here you are, nothing but a pathetic little worm squirming in the dirt."

he says with a graceful bow, “would you grant me the first dance?” Loralie’s delighted gasp answers for her. “Of course.” She glances back, apologetic but giddy. “Don’t vanish.” Before I can reply, another shape emerges from the shadow behind him. Taller. Leaner. The kind of pale that isn’t absence but moonlight sharpened to a blade. Hair black with a flicker of blue when the lanterns catch it. And eyes—crimson, steady, impossible. “I’m Viktor,” he says, voice smooth as chilled wine. “Would you care to dance as well?”

Viktor's face cycled through several shades of purple. He shot Lucian a murderous glare, then through gritted teeth, agreed to four percent. I had never seen Viktor make that face before. If I hadn't been in the room, he would have torn Lucian apart. When we stepped out, I couldn't help but laugh. "What did you say to him?" Lucian answered casually. "Viktor's been secretly manufacturing forbidden wolf drugs. I told him that if he didn't want the Alpha King to find out, he'd play nice."

**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.”

He had to go back to Genbofen and, for now, to the magic school. Viktor's suggestion that Karen accompany him elicited a furious refusal in response. At sixteen, she played both the role of a widow and a bereaved daughter. But then she was overcome with remorse, hugged her brother and told her that she would think of him every day while she looked forward to the moment of her return. At that moment Viktor vowed, once again, that he would return to his hometown when he finished his studies, and practice the arcane arts there. His family name would no longer be synonymous with death.

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

He dismisses her with an order. Almost an hour goes by as Azraiel makes several calls for help and assistance. He just leaned back in his chair when he hears the knock on his door. It’s Ayleen…but… “Come in.” Ayleen opens the door and walks in. Behind her is a deathly pale guy with black hair. His wolf wants to snap his teeth at him but Azraiel calms him down. He needs this man right now. “Azraiel, this is Victor, the vampire I told you about.”

“Relax. If I wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” “Who are you?” Alaric demanded, his voice cold and sharp. The figure leaned forward, revealing a man with silver hair and piercing green eyes. His tailored suit was immaculate, his demeanor unnervingly calm. “You can call me Viktor,” he said. “I represent... interested parties who are closely watching the developments around Elona.” Alaric’s jaw tightened. “What do you want with her?” “Not just her,” Viktor replied, his gaze unflinching. “Her lineage. Her claim. The chaos her existence could unleash.” He rose to his feet, his movements measured and deliberate.