Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

Damian "You're going to pick Nexus Consolidated to partner with you and you are going to make the agreement super easy and less complicated," Viktor said, staring into Xander's eyes and Xander nodded slowly. "Did he just...." "Compell him? Yeah," Steve completed and answered my question. "Viktor is a fucking Vampire." I stood up and kicked the chair I was sitting on. I immediately began to run out of the room. "Wait!" Steve shouted, but I kept running down the corridor and he followed me.

The man was unconscious, but a distinct, jagged tattoo was inked clearly across his right jawline a sleek, coiled viper swallowing its own tail. "Do you know him?" I whispered, the name of the syndicate or rival corporation lingering unspoken on the tip of my tongue. Dante went completely rigid. The cold, calculated composure that had carried him through the shootout fractured for a single, fleeting second, replaced by a look of dark, personal recognition. "Vance," Dante murmured, his voice dropping into a lethal whisper as he stared at the mark. "It's not a corporate rival. It's Viktor." "Viktor?" I echoed, a cold dread washing over me. "Who is Viktor?"

It was blurry, snapped from a security camera, but I could identify who Bianca was regardless. And next to her was some guy I'd never seen before. A large, broad-shouldered figure in a black suit, his stance confident, his presence intimidating even on screen. His features were angular, his jaw set, but there was something undeniably evil in him. "Who is it?" I breathed. "Viktor Androv," Damian snarled. "Russian arms dealer. Wealthy, powerful, and ruthless. If she's in partnership with him, then this is worse than we thought."

Viktor didn’t complain; he accepted with gratitude, promising to serve and follow the pack no matter what. Aaron remained sceptical of Viktor, and it showed in his communication with him. Damor said all he had to do was say the word, and he would rip out Viktor’s heart. It turned out Aaron wasn’t the only one with second thoughts about him. Ivan didn’t see him as a snake; his story checked out, and there was nothing fishy about him. According to him, he was just a man broken by life and trying to find his feet on the ground.

“But only if you agree to my terms first.” His grin widened, and he stepped back, spreading his arms in mock surrender. “You’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Tell me your terms.” “You will give me what I need to eliminate Dren,” I said firmly. “And you will do it tonight. I don’t care what it takes—wolfbane, silver, anything. It must be undetectable and fast-acting.” Viktor tapped his chin, pretending to think. “Wolfbane mixed with silver,” he mused. “Now, that’s a nasty combination. It’ll do the job for sure, but it’s risky. If anyone finds out…..”

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

he asked, a strange glint in his eyes. "What?" My stomach lurched. "Viktor Donovan," he said, extending his hand. "Ariana Watson, I presume?" My jaw dropped, then snapped shut. This was just great. The annoying guy had a name. And apparently, he was the "Viktor Donovan". I sighed, completely lost for words. What had I gotten myself into? could I work with such an annoying narcissist man?, I plastered a hopeful smile on my face and opened my mouth to speak… but nothing came out.

He knew the places to hide and the people who would help keep our presence a secret from the Vampire king. All of us slowed as we approached the Nightcrawler. His shadows slipped away as we finally reached him. His yellow eyes assessed each of us. The corner of his lip tipped up, revealing his unnaturally white teeth. "Well, don't you all look like shit," Drabek let out a deep chuckle before shaking his head. None of us huffed a laugh at his amusement. I quickly eyed the others seeing their unamused expressions matched my own.

“And don’t try to lie to me. I’ll know.” The man swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “My name is Viktor,” he stammered, his gaze flickering nervously. “Viktor Novak.” Lucifer smirked, taking a step closer. “And how did Gregory Barysh find you, Viktor?” He paused, letting the question hang in the air. “How did he bring you into his twisted world?” Viktor hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “H-he found me years ago,” he finally answered, his voice trembling. “I was... desperate. Needed money. Gregory offered me a way out, a place in the Shadows.”

There were three more members I haven’t met yet, also didn’t have much on them as well. Colin Barker, Shawn Monroe, and Seth Morales. Seth couldn’t be older than sixteen, so I doubt he would go with us. If he did, I was going to have to disagree with Ryker. I didn’t care if he was skilled or not. More than likely he didn’t have near the bond with his wolf as the others did.