Arcane Viktor X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

Jaxon’s POV I had never been a man who begged. Yet here I was, standing before Alpha Viktor, begging for what should have been mine from the beginning. “You have to understand that I cannot marry Yara.” I implored Alpha Viktor. “Raven is my mate. I have already marked her. If you want this alliance to remain, you have to release her to me. It's been a whole day since you locked her up!” Alpha Viktor sat behind his massive wooden desk, his fingers tapping against the surface. His grey eyes studied me with the sharpness of a blade.

“But sit here with me and watch; there might be something you need to see as well.” /“Good idea, Viktor,”/ the Goddess says only to me. /“Let her see.”/ Caterina’s lips are a thin line, but she joins me by sitting down anyway. “So you say Marle has a child? How do you know this?” “By watching; after she ran away with Kaia she went to a bar the Alpha Bastien owns and lured a Beta wolf into bed with her. After giving birth to the child, she disappeared,” I say. “This itself shouldn’t be worrying, but she mentioned the child being her final trump card for when she dies.”

But not today. I spun around, violently ripping my dress from her grip as I glared holes straight into her face. "Asteria, I am giving you one final, lethal warning! Keep your filthy hands off my husband, or I swear to God I will completely lose my mind on you!" An ugly, grating laugh escaped her lips, her eyes twisting into something entirely malicious as she reached out to grab my sleeve again. "Oh, please! Fine, I'll openly admit it—I have a massive crush on him. So what are you going to do about it, Kia? Ares France Vuertalejo is a literal god. He is drop-dead gorgeous. Do you honestly think a high-caliber man like him actually wants to stay shackled to a boring loser like you forever? T

“I want to know every detail.” In the car, Viktor gives me a knowing look. “You’re in deep with her.” “What?” “Miss Sinclair. You’re in deep. Deeper than you want to admit.” “This is about protecting my fiancée...” “This is about you being in love with her and being too fucking stubborn to admit it.” Viktor’s Russian accent gets thicker when he’s being blunt. “I’ve known you eight years, boss. Never seen you like this. Not even with Christina.” “Because this is different. Aria is—” I stop, not sure how to finish that sentence.

He looks around the house and smirks, "It seems like you've got quite a generous…master." I don't know what he is trying to say beyond his words, but it's irritating me. "I haven't given it much thought," I say, but then I think about the baby growing inside of me and wonder what might happen if I were to tell Ronan. "Ara, ever since I found out you'd sold twenty years of your life to that vampire, I realized what a fool I was to lose touch with you. I guess I always imagined that we would somehow meet and fall in love again."

It felt like the whole room was spinning in front of me and I had some sort of… Marcus cleared his throat noisily and that got my attention. “Let’s end this once and for all.” He suggested. “I, Marcus Walker…” he began and I screamed out loud in pain because I knew what he was about to say and I could already feel the excruciating pain that accompanied severing a mate bond. “Reject you Vienna Whitlock as my mate.” He continued without any hesitation. Pain zinged through me like a knife nibbling at the edges of my shattered heart. While still processing this, the door was wide open so a guard appeared at the entrance and I did not notice his presence until he spoke.

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

Viktor was someone Grace would bring to club to scare people away. His short blunt hairs and piercing eyes stood distinct as he passed the plate to Orion, who kept silent since the moment Grace walked in. His heart still pounding remebering last night’s moments. Her lips, they felt so soft and subtle. Her body, it felt so right to have her in his arms. And her scenes, so addicting and so entrapping tagt he still could breathe her in the air. She was like gulp of fresh breath. Viktor sensed his friend’s gaze on the woman as he nudged his shoulder and motioned towards her. Orion grabbed two filled plates and moved towards the table and placed one in front of Maverick as the latter mumbled a th

His hands were like fire, burning every inch of skin he touched, and at that moment, the thin line between hate and want became blurred. "You're so beautiful, Arianna," Ryker whispered, his elongated fangs grazing my neck in a way that made a knot tighten in my nether region. "So perfect. And you're all mine." I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, to stop any sound from coming out, but a treacherous whimper escaped my lips. Ryker stopped what he was doing, and his seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see the very depths of my fear. And then, without another word, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine.