Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”

Ever since Ariana was reborn, everything around her seemed to have spiraled out of order, except for Gwen and Igor—the dumb mother and son. She rubbed her forehead. Sounding tired, she said, "Mr. Smith, I hope you could think over it—" "We've signed the contract. There's nothing more to think over." He arched a brow. "Are you scared?" "I—" "You should have known not to mess with me in the first place." Ariana was aware of Victor's notoriety. He was from the underworld—a heartless, unreasonable man who did not go by the rules. Dealing with a man like Victor came with high risks. But Ariana didn't have another choice back when she had signed the contract.

my lycan, Black, says to me. Willing to take the risk, I continue what I was doing, letting Amara know I'll be right back. Amara groans an “ok” out of her mouth. Walking into my office, I take a seat and dial Victor’s number. The phone rings only twice before he answers, his voice gruff and impatient. I don’t think anyone has ever answered a phone so quickly. "Hello. I mean, Prince Blake. We need your help," victor blurts out.

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

Looking at her I gave her an evil eye, still not sure why she was still here. Not taking my hand, my mate introduces himself, “I am Alpha Jared Montgomery from the Black Shadow Pack. Who were you dancing with? His scent is all over you,” he says angrily. Smiling I nod, “he’s just a good friend of mine, he was kind enough to ask me to dance, while I waited to meet you,” I said softly. “Of course, I can’t miss her scent all over you,” I say.

he said, and I frowned. “What do you mean that fucker sent her a present?” I asked just as Viktor showed me a picture of a tomb on his phone. My heart raced and I couldn’t help but find myself growing angrier than I already was. “We are on our way, and don’t let Arianna touch it…”

] This little piece of obsidian was a breadcrumb, leading back to the Fenrir Council. He summoned the now-docile Viktor. The man was a shadow of his former self, his arrogance replaced by a quiet, fearful respect. "This charm," Jack said, holding it up. "And the people who funded you. Tell me everything you know about them." Viktor trembled slightly. "I... I never spoke to a person. Just a synthesized voice on a burner phone. The money came from an anonymous crypto transfer. It all went through a service, a platform. In the underworld, they call it 'The Night Market.'"

"Everyone calm down. Luca, sit. We have business to discuss." I didn't want to sit. I wanted to wrap my hands around Isabella's throat and watch the life leave her eyes. But Aria didn't have time for my revenge. I sat. Viktor pulled a small case from his desk drawer, opening it to reveal three vials of clear liquid. The antidote. So close I could almost touch it. "This is what you need," he said. "Compound R-47 counteragent. Extremely rare. Extremely valuable." "Name your price."

ARLO I was deep in conversation with an associate when I caught sight of Andre weaving through the crowd. Damn it. I should have seen this coming. He looked... sharper tonight, suit tailored just right, no visible signs of being wasted or high. But he was still Andre, and I knew my big brother enough not to put it past him tonight. Yeah, he was technically part of ARKA, even if all he did was bleed resources without giving a damn thing back. I wrapped up with the associate, Viktor, quickly, excusing myself with a firm handshake and a promise to circle back.