Arcane Viktor X Reader Novels & Stories

Viktor's magical power swelled into a thunderous gale that swept through the crypt, tugging at the shrouds of the niche skeletons and swirling the robe around the necromancer as he rose to his feet. "What power!" She gasped Theodria as she watched Viktor's aura. “I can see it burning like black fire in your eyes. But that's not enough to stop me! " she roared, while evil burned in her cataract-clouded eyes. Viktor struggled against the ropes that held him back. He focused his mind on them and watched the hemp rot over time. The ropes disintegrated and Viktor rolled off the sarcophagus onto his hands and knees on the stone flagstone floor.

The wolf was truly Victor. Oh my God. He stood there wearing only black trousers. His chest rose heavily while cuts and blood covered parts of his skin. The first thing he did was walk toward me. “Arielle.” His voice sounded rougher than usual. He crouched beside me quickly and untied the ropes around my wrists carefully. The moment his fingers touched my skin, heat rushed through my body unexpectedly. Memories flashed through my head instantly. Victor pinning me against his kitchen counter. His lips against my neck.

He groaned against my flesh, the vibration intensifying everything, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Just as release hovered within reach, he pulled back. Standing, he freed himself from his trousers, revealing his long, rigid length that was heavily veined and flushed with need. He spun me around, bending me over the sleek console table so I faced the mirror. The reflection showed everything: my flushed cheeks, my breasts pressed against the cool surface and my ass raised in open invitation. Viktor rubbed the broad head of his cock along my slick entrance, coating himself in my arousal. “Watch,” he ordered, fisting my hair gently to lift my head. “Watch me take what your agency sen

Nirvana scrambled up, pressing herself into the corner. "Please…please don't…" The door creaked open again. Viktor stepped in..the man who had paid for her. His hungry eyes dragged over her trembling frame. Rayne leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "You paid." His voice was cold, disinterested. "She's yours." Nirvana's heart stopped. Her breath caught in her throat as Viktor prowled closer, the buttons on his shirt already undone. "No," she whispered, shaking her head violently. "Rayne… please…"

So deep Julian could not breathe. He felt VIKTOR in his belly. He felt him in his throat. "Look at me," VIKTOR said. "I am the one inside you." Julian looked. He saw the sweat on VIKTOR’s face. He saw the dark eyes. "You killed her," Julian said. "You are inside me." "I am yours," VIKTOR said. "I am yours, Julian. Not the Syndicate’s. Yours." He grabbed Julian’s cock and stroked it. Rough. Fast.

"You don’t get to control me, Viktor." His face grew serious. "Amara" I snarled, "You're nothing but a parasite." "And I’m done letting you feed on me!" My body began to warm up, starting in my chest. The darkness flinched. Viktor took a step back and snarled. "No!" I stood erect, radiating light. "You lose, Viktor." I held up my hands as he lunged. The darkness was broken by a brilliant flash. Viktor's cry reverberated as he vanished into thin air.

Viktor cried, which I hadn't fully expected, though by now perhaps I should have the controlled version of him had quietly stopped being the only version some time ago, and this seemed like exactly the kind of moment the other version had been saving itself for. "Names," Camille said, eventually, once the room had settled into the particular hush that comes after the largest thing that's ever happened to you turns, briefly, ordinary. "You two have had nine months and I'm fairly sure you've discussed nothing." "We discussed plenty," Viktor said. "We discussed nothing," I said. "We discussed the studio wall extensively. We did not discuss names." Viktor looked at the two of them. Then at me.

Viktor said finally. Great, he can talk. I was beginning to think the speed wasn't getting under his skin. He let out a breath and turned to face me. “You think this is helping?” “It’s helping me,” I muttered, my grip around the steering wheel tightened as I increased my speed. Viktor leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing. “I need to know something,” he said. “Why did you pair Xena with that bastard Alpha? You know what he is. You know what he does.”

The very first time I laid my eyes on him, I never thought I would end up loving someone like him. But everything changed when I met Alec. The chief of vampire council and my mate. My hands were on fists when I woke. I felt like there was something in me that was making me tremble. The images in my head are too clear, I couldn't think of any logical reason for what is happening to me. What did I see? Why did I dream about those events? And it's worth mentioning that it felt so real, that I was really there when all those things happened.

"A frozen forest, a betrayal and being split in two are pretty obvious hints. I could pretend it was just your anxiety but the split in two parts and the frozen forest aren't mentioned in the books Pandora lent you. It's just something in the original stories from many centuries ago." Oh, no. I think I'm gonna throw up. I breathed in deeply, trying to control my heartbeat, and covered my face with my hands. It was too much for me to swallow. "Viktor," I asked in a shaking tone, "where did you hear about the split-in-two thing?" Viktor cleared his throat. "I... Arlo was obsessed with this story. He had the original edition and read it in old English. And, ugh, the illustrations were scary as