Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

“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.

A lifetime waking up in his arms, I'd consider myself sent to heaven. Declan shut his eyes when my brain makes a horrifying connection. Lock picking…Viktor. Viktor is a thief. He’s told me several times that he came all the way up here to rob the safes of their treasure. They have similar ones above ground, so he must be able to open them. He’s a fucking cat burglar. Fighting back the nausea that slammed into me. I swallowed. This is the point where I push his heart off a cliff top. Everything is going to change, and tears sting my eyes.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

The slim, cloaked man leaped into the hall from the front yard, his toes tapping the ground to propel himself forward. "It's you?" Mohan and Graham's pupils shrank the moment they saw the slim man, their killing intent surging. "Right Protector of the Black Maple Organization, Viktor Fander!" Viktor was the right-hand man of the Black Maple Master, one of the main people who led the siege of the Kane family 30 years ago. He had long been ranked as a half-step Lord of War, only a short cry away from becoming a true Lord of War. Although Viktor was powerful, the technique he practiced was the Withered Wood Spring Heart, which belonged to the Eastern Wood among the five elements of Wyverna.

His exhaustion was more than physical; he was still vibrating from the energy he’d absorbed in the Pit. Elara knelt beside him, placing a hand on his forehead. "You did enough, Zane. Rest." The quiet healer caught her wrist, his eyes wide and terrified. He didn't speak, but his message was clear: He's coming. "Who?" Elara whispered. Kael walked over, his face illuminated by the flickering green light of the monitors Rhys had set up. "Viktor. He knows we’re the only ones who can resist. The Anchor is an anomaly in his system. We’re the 'noise' in his perfect signal."

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

"Because from where I'm sitting, the thing you did for her cost me five years. And it's costing her something now. So if it was all for her, tell me what you were protecting her from." He looked at the table again. "One more question," I said. "Then I'll leave you to it." He waited. "Rafael Moreno. You know the name." Something crossed Viktor's face. It was quick and complicated. "Arianna was with him," I said. "After she left. She had a son with him. That's the story she's given me." I held his eyes. "Is that the truth?" Viktor opened his mouth. His phone rang.

Elara hovered nearby, ever the shadow. Viktor emerged first: a towering figure, broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, scars crisscrossing his arms like battle maps. His aura pulsed with alpha power, a match for mine, but tempered with a diplomat's smile. Kira followed, nodding respectfully. "Alpha Blackwood," Viktor boomed, his voice carrying a faint Eastern European accent, extending a hand. "Congratulations on the heir—and Hanlon's demise. The packs owe you a debt." I clasped his forearm in the traditional grip, testing his strength. Solid, unyielding. "Debt's mutual if your intel holds. The bunker was a goldmine—and a nightmare."

Tonight I’d make sure to fuck him up so bad for that comment and also for attacking Aria after discovering she was my mate. “ You seem too overconfident, man. I wouldn’t be so sure whose head would be decapitated if I were you,” Viktor said with a smug, sarcastic smile on his face. I charged at him after shifting fully, my paws slammed the earth and shook the ground as I ran to attack him.