Arcane #viktor Novels & Stories

mavery answered He looked at the lavender eyes again who looked quickly at him then back to mavery “mavery!” little ava said in anger “i can take care of myself i would not want you in agony for my sake, even with someone who could handle this addiction” “but i would be. Here without you or there without him, the only solution is to bring you together and let you discover each other while i transition” mavery said There was silence from the little warrior, which he understood. It was alot to agree to especially if what mavery said was true, being alone then putting yourself in the middle of twenty or so vampires would be an adjustment, for both of them

"The one who set up the deal. The one your mother uses. What do you actually know about him." "He came recommended. Three years ago. Impeccable credentials, Harvard, fifteen years at—" "What's his name." "Mara—" "His name Viktor." "Marcus Hale." I reached into my bag. Put the photograph on the table between us. The one from Aleksei's file. The man outside the Milan building. Viktor looked at it. "Your father took that," I said. "Along with five others. Different cities, different years. Same man." Viktor picked it up.

“Don’t speak.” He raised both hands slowly. “Wolf king, listen—” Wrong move. I lunged at him, swiping my claws at him. He vanished just as my claws slashed through the air where his throat had been. I turned fast, snapping my jaws at him, but he was gone again with inhuman speed. Viktor was an ancient vampire after all. “I don’t want to fight you,” Viktor said, his voice was calm and firm as he reappeared several feet away. “Aria is alive.”

He let the question hang, then dismissed it with a careless shrug and leaned forward, extending a hand across the low table between them. “That’s fine. I’ll just introduce myself personally.” His eyes gleamed with something sharp, something Aaron didn’t miss. “My name’s Viktor. Viktor Kane.” His smile deepened as his hand remained stretched forward. “Pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Aaron James Aldridge.”

I saw Viktor stumble once more, his arrogance fading as he realized his empire was crumbling. “Finish it, Ronan!” I yelled, watching as he raised his blade for the final strike. Viktor’s face twisted in fury, and he tried to lunge at Ronan, but it was too late. With a swift, decisive motion, Ronan plunged his blade into Viktor’s chest. The world seemed to freeze as the sound of Viktor’s final breath filled the silence that followed. He dropped to his knees, a cruel smile still etched on his face as he crumbled to the ground.

Alaric’s men surged forward to intervene, but a sharp glance from him froze them in their tracks. “Stand back!” Alaric ordered. Viktor was feral. He was on top of Alaric, punching erratically, his knuckles splitting and painting Alaric’s pale face red. His eyes were no longer as I remembered; they were unstable as he fought with the desperation of a man who had already lost everything. For a heartbeat, it looked like Viktor was actually gaining control. He was landing hits that should have broken any normal man. But Alaric just smiled through the blood.

Same slightly slanted eyes although the Lycan’s were dark, almost black as was his hair. “Why are you here Darina?” he lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “I... umm… I wanted to meet you.” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. He inclined his head slightly and moved back, arms folded across his broad chest to examine me like an interesting insect. “You remember Anastasia of the of the Sacred Forest Pack?” Victor said. “Was I talking to you?” his head snapped to Victor’s direction and Victor immediately bowed his head in submission before his fierce aura. “Speak girl. Why do you want to meet me?”

— was already pulling something from his pocket. A silver pendant caught the light, covered in symbols that matched the ones from those prophecy pages perfectly. The moment it appeared, my magic went crazy. It was like having a tuning fork struck inside my soul. From the way the wolves' ears twitched, they could hear something too. “My name is Victor,” the vampire said calmly, “and I've been searching for you for a very long time, Aria.” Through our mate bond, I felt Kane and Zane's confusion and protective fury swirling with my own turbulent emotions. The pendant kept humming, making it hard to think straight.

A name flashing across the screen. Wiktor.