Arcane Viktor X Reader Novels & Stories

Lucian pulled her close to him again and had her rest on him. He gently kissed her neck and reached down to touch her perky breasts. "Nhg…" Avelina tightly bit her lower lip, and her toes curled as she felt even more aroused and hot within her. "Lucian…" She moaned his name as his hands touched her flower, and quickly, she clasped her legs together, trying to process the level of ecstasy she had just felt from that one touch. "Open your legs, Ava. I can’t move my hand." Lucian whispered into her ears, and she hesitantly pulled her legs apart.

The sky above the ritual stone roiled crimson, threatening to burst into chaos if not tamed soon. And in the center of it all stood Brannon, the Werewolf Alpha—massive, bloodied, and trembling with rage. His once gleaming fur was matted with dirt and blood, his amber eyes now feral, rimmed with red. The weight of loss—his son, his packmates—had warped him into something monstrous. And facing him, in deadly silence, stood Christian, the Vampire King. His obsidian armor glinted dully under the fading light, streaked with blood not his own. His face, carved from stillness, betrayed no emotion—only the storm behind his eyes betrayed the seething fury beneath his calm.

The archon alpha snarled, “Don’t show me that infernal book that keeps giving you baseless ideas. I took you in my pack because I thought you were inquisitive and wanted to contribute to the pack’s survival, not spew random theories.” Her voice was beginning to rise yet again and Dominic feared that her wolf would show up again. As such, he tried to calm her down. Dominic put himself in between them and spoke in a gentle voice, “At least, listen to what he says archon. There is no harm in reading a page or two.” Hearing him, Valencia snatched the book while staring daggers at her omega and went back to the bed, depositing the book with a loud thud that made Freyge wince.

Her hand brushed his when they climbed the fence, but she pulled away like he burned her. Maybe he did. She hadn’t looked at him—not really—since Roman died. He can't really blamed her. Somehow he knew the feeling of grief all too well. It's the kind of feeling that stripped away the light with shadows of memories dancing at the edge of oblivion. --- Alaric sat on the porch that night. The cigarette in his mouth was ash. He hadn’t lit it. Just a habit. Just something to hold. The stars were lost behind heavy clouds. The kind of night that promised rain. Or worse. It didn't matter anyway. He already lost everything a long time ago but he has Victoria now. Safe, alive. Right now that's all tha

“Just like that…” They hadn’t noticed me yet. I stood in the doorway, watching my brother fuck the woman I was obsessed with, her perfect body moving with shameless need. My cock hardened instantly. I closed the door behind me with a soft click. Elara’s eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with that bold, hungry look I craved. “Victor,” she breathed, not stopping her movements. “Come here.” I crossed the room in seconds, shedding my shirt and pants. Elara leaned forward, kissing me deeply while continuing to ride Damien. I tangled my hand in her hair and claimed her mouth, tasting both her and my brother on her tongue.

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

he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, “was never part of my pack.” I could feel his breath against my lips; it was hot, controlled, and far too close. The world tilted. My chest tightened. Then his scent hit me—smoke, cedarwood, and something sharp, almost intoxicating. It filled the air between us. I hated that I noticed it. I hated how it pulled me closer. “Axnarr!” His voice cracked like thunder. The door burst open. Two guards rushed in, blades drawn. “Take her,” Viktor said, his tone cold and final. “Slaughter her.”

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.”

We hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and we had to leave soon to go to the club. “Aria?” I called her. She looked up from her plate. “Yes?” “Are you okay?” I asked her. “Did you find something at the library?” “No. I didn’t find anything,” she answered. “I am just thinking about what Annie found out.” “What did you find, Annie?” Nick asked her. “Well, I found out something about Victor,” Annie said and looked between Nick and me. “Go on,” I nudged her. “He was a powerful warlock and a politician who wanted to eradicate humans,” she said.

“I thought maybe you’d been looking at them and wondered why they weren’t put back properly, since you’re usually so careful with them.” Viktor shook his head. “I haven’t had time to look at them in weeks.” He strode across the room and plucked a book from Stephan hand, checking the title. It was Lycanthropy. Raising the book to his nose, he took a sniff. A faint trace of Adriana's scent remained. Grimly, he clenched the book in his hand. “I think we have a problem.” ********