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.

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."

Victor Bennett entered like he had been waiting for exactly this moment. He moved with smooth confidence, dark suit perfectly tailored, a thick folder in his hand that looked far too official. His eyes found me immediately, locking on with an intensity that made my stomach twist. The smile that curved his lips sent ice sliding down my spine. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t friendly. It was calculating, sharp, like a predator sizing up prey. “Alpha Hawke,” Victor said, voice loud across the chamber, smooth and assured. “I bring formal proof of the secondary mate bond the moon goddess has granted me with Aria.”

But the demonkin mage-lord had prepared. A ripple of violet-black energy tore through the line. Confusion erupted—Valrosians stumbling, demonkin surging. In the chaos, Victoria spun to strike down a hulking brute and lost sight of Raven for three heartbeats. Three heartbeats too long. A mage in tattered Arcadian robes—scarred face, eyes burning with righteous fury—lunged from the smoke. His hand clamped around Raven’s wrist like iron. She tried to pull free; shadows surged weakly at her feet, but the mage’s ward-ring flared, burning the tendrils away. He dragged her backward through the melee, using the press of bodies as cover.

I repeated after he didn't reply. "Did you find her name?" He groaned still half asleep. "No, but come and look at this," I said and I heard him slowly stand and slump over to the table I was sat at. "Donatia Chiaramonti, mated name Loren, is written in red. That's Postestas Loren's mate, the one with the powers. Hecate is also in red and so is this boy from 345 BC called Mirus Marcellaro. He died in 359 BC when he would have been 14, which makes me think he had the powers too and something obviously happened to him when he started to get out of control. In those days people used to name their offspring with meaning too. Donatia could come from the Latin for gifted, Donatus, and Mirus could