Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

A man in the corner, dressed in an unremarkable gray suit, his posture too controlled, his gaze flicking between Darwin and the exits. “Target acquired,” she murmured. Darwin followed her gaze, his jaw tightening. “That’s him?” Lucas didn’t turn, but he nodded. “Viktor Dane. And if he’s here, it means he’s already planned how to take you out.” Thalassa’s voice came through the earpiece. “Then let’s make sure that doesn’t happen.” The Confrontation Viktor moved smoothly, almost unnoticeably, toward the back of the club.

"What is this?" She didn’t answer. Instead, she whispered a spell. The water shimmered, and a face slowly formed on its surface a face Victor vaguely recognized. "I thought I told you never to contact me again unless it was about destroying Anastasia," said a cold, commanding voice. It was Aquaris. "Your Majesty," the witch said, pushing Victor forward. "He seeks your help." "Oh? And what does he want in return?" Aquaris asked. "I want power ten times more than Kael’s," Victor said without hesitation.

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

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?”

“Trouble at home?” I take a measured sip, letting the burn coat my throat before answering. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Viktor settles into his chair, the leather creaking beneath him. The scent of tobacco clings to him like a second skin, mixing with notes of expensive cologne that can’t quite mask the underlying earthiness. Unlike Dimitri, who still fights for recognition and power a decade after our selection, Viktor has always embraced his role as Arbiter with comfortable ease—content with the position that grants him authority without the crushing weight of leadership that falls on me.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

And I've to continue this until my time of matching with my mate doesn't come And the most upsetting part is I don't get to eat any single piece of bread if I don't cooperate with my brother with his training. My brother Victor is a robust, strong, and eligible werewolf among our pack. And he is not my blood-related brother but he is my cousin brother by relationship. Cause he is the son of my aunt Camilia Jones and he is in charge of giving me the training because his mother insisted him to do so After I got out after finishing the training session, I happen to pass by my father Humphrey D. Jones, and my aunt Camilia. I don't w what he was doing here

Viktor talked for two hours. The details he provided were precise and, as Silas confirmed when Kieran brought him in to cross-reference, accurate. The meeting location Viktor described matched a known rogue contact point Silas had used himself eighteen months ago, before Azrik had shifted his network's operations further west. The messenger's description aligned with a figure Silas identified as Vex Nightclaw, Azrik's second in command, who told them the rogue leader had considered Viktor's potential cooperation significant enough to send someone senior.

He took a heavy, deliberate step forward, sending a clear, silent command across the cage. The twins broke. They turned toward the cage gate, frantically signaling for a referee forfeit. Now, only one challenger remained standing in the center of the pit. Victor Vance stepped through the dissipating steam, his dark silver cybernetics humming with an ominous, negative bio-magnetic pull. His mechanical joint sockets clicked and locked, his crimson HUD eyes glowing with a cold, hollow hatred as he raised his augmented arms. High above in the hover-throne, Archon Malakor leaned forward, his golden mask reflecting the dim arena lights. beside him, Morrigan’s knuckles were white where she gripped