Jayce X Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

"That crest belongs to the Arcane Bloodline. They were the original protectors of this continent centuries ago, long before the Lycan High Council ever carved up the land into pack territories." My heart did a sudden, heavy flip in my chest. "The Arcane Bloodline? But... my father was just a low-ranking pack warrior. My mother was an omega." "Then one of them carried a dormant royal line," Cassian replied, stepping back toward me and taking the heavy training sword gently from my hands. He placed it back on the iron rack. "The High Council has spent generations convincing everyone that wild magic is corrupt and dark. They hunted down the Arcane families because they feared their power. Logan

The same one Lucas had. The Cole family mark. The little boy hurriedly pulled up his sleeve, revealing the exact same mark in the exact same place. My chest tightened. So this was him. The child she'd been carrying when she left. "You're a superhero too!" Jace jumped in excitement, pointing at both our marks. "What?" "The mark. My mommy said it means I have superpowers. Do you have superpowers too?" "What's your name?" My voice came out surprisingly soft. "Jace Alexander Scarlet!"

"I know you've changed. I know you are different now. I know you have fought hard to protect the people of this country for the last five years. That is enough. You have paid for all your past mistakes. "Stop!" Mayor Flynn hissed. "You won't be able to lift the curse off him." Mayor Flynn plunged a black bone dagger into Rain's shoulder, causing the girl to scream in pain and fall to the floor. Seeing Rain, who was lying down, suddenly Jace's consciousness returned. Jace had trained himself many times in the City of Darkness to control the monster within him. When he saw Rain falling with wounds and blood that kept coming out, Jace could finally fight the monster inside him. Even though Jace

She has no past. - There are kids who go in there when they're only two or three years old and even newborn babies. - But Lucasta considered me her brother. How can I heartlessly abandon her? Do you understand the pain of being abandoned by your own relatives? Samson's hiss made Aurora almost drop the glass of water. She noticed his eye color was brighter, and that was a sign that he was angry. This vampire guy also has a traumatic past when he was abandoned by his own parents and she can understand that he has seen his image through Lucasta.

Persephone whispered, taken aback at this display of immense power. “Advice for you, Love. Don’t underestimate my people.” Zadicus smirked, indulging in everyone’s stagger but he knew in terms of power. Gray Demise is the strongest. “Daphne, now!” Tristan called, releasing Drayce and Daphne moved her staff in circles, her eyes glowing when sparks moved around Drayce’s eyes. He tried to run away from them and she stopped, casting her spell. “Spark!” And those white twinkles began to explore on Drayce’s eyes, rendering him unable to see and grow wild. Screaming, he flew up, maintaining a fair distance before regaining his mind again.

"Oakleigh cress" "What your parents do?" I told him about them. I was turning all red by now due to nervousness. "Ok so, my name is Viktor Kent, I am head Warrior at Pearl moon pack. I am 23 yrs old. Ya I know, that's a lot of age difference." He said, scratching his brows with his thumb. "He is nervous, hug him" Ara told me. "WHAT? Are you mad" I yelled back. "It's nice meeting you Jia" he extended his hand for handshake.

She grabbed his arm and pulled, but he didn’t budge. “Kyrell, you’ll kill him!” She screamed, her voice raw. It was what got to him. Kyrell grunted, chest heaving like a wild animal, and forced himself to step back. Jace lay slumped against the ground, his face a bloody ruin. And yet, he smiled. A sadistic, fleeting little smile before his eyes rolled back and darkness claimed him. ***

Aria was not from our pack and with how different their lives were, they were never supposed to meet but fate had other plans for them. Simon was a Lycan prince while Aria was nothing short of an omega wolf in one of the werewolf packs under my parents rule. Simon was friends with her alpha’s son because they were in the same higher institution and Simon went to visit on the night of a full moon. Aria, whose eighteenth birthday was that night, attended the full moon run and once she got her wolf and everyone entered the woods to run, they smelt each other. Just as I was thinking that I was a maid and Levi had been an alpha and how our story was a little alike, Liam asked me if I'd found my m

Gavric, Echo’s father, a construct of her doubt, gripped her throat with searing hands, his power unmaking the starfield, fueled by the vengeful wrath of Lyssia, Veyra, and the weavers’ hydra—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia. Kade lay crumpled, his sacrifice to shield her leaving him bloodied and fading, his whisper—“Live, Jess”—a faint echo. Selene’s light was nearly gone, her spells spent, Lucas’s body broken, his trust a fragile spark, and Bryan’s glow vanished, his hope a silenced vow.

"Yes, just catching up with an old friend." Jace approached, and his presence immediately altered the dynamics. "Liam," he replied curtly. Liam responded to Jace's nod with a tight smile, his grip on Avalynn's hand tightening slightly. With their gazes locked, Jace's intellect whirred as he assessed Liam, the sharp, calculating gears behind his eyes churning. "So this is the fabled Liam Arstor," he reflected, taking in Liam's perfectly fitted suit, his tall, well-built physique, and the intensity of his blue-green eyes. He was everything he expected: sophisticated, powerful, and definitely enraged.