Viktor Arcane Act 2 Novels & Stories

Instead, he raised both hands and dark energy began gathering around his body as though he were preparing for something much larger. Vaelgor immediately charged. His silver sword struck Alaric's dark barrier with enough force to shake the sanctuary, but Alaric pushed him backward with a single movement. Damian rushed forward next, his claws extending as his wolf surged to the surface. Alaric caught Damian's wrist. “The Blackwood bloodline always was predictable.” Damian growled and tried to break free, but Alaric twisted his arm and threw him across the floor. I screamed his name and moved toward him.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

“You told me, you trust me. You also want our gradual enrichment, don't you?! Do you know how I did that?! I scammed some of the men in our town, Helga, I told them to invest in the business that we will build so that Dako Paroon can recover. But of course, I just fooled them. I offered them to him, Helga. I thought that was enough! But the Lord is also greedy, he is as greedy as me,” I could feel the anger in his voice. Did he kill men for money? Who in the right mind would do that?! “He told me she needed a mate. Lilith doesn't like him, so his partner in evil should come from me. I was scared too, Helga! I was scared too! ” his voice echoed all over the place. Fear crept into my body, as

His hands, steady yet filled with an otherworldly energy, traced intricate patterns in the air as he summoned the essence of ancient powers. With deliberate reverence, Zephyr made his offering—an item of significance, perhaps a relic from ages past—placing it ceremoniously within the flames. He then reached for a shimmering, ornate dagger, its blade pulsating with an ethereal aura. With a swift, practiced motion, he drew the blade across his palm, a luminous arc trailing in its wake. A few drops of his blood sizzled as they made contact with the searing heat of the fire, releasing an acrid scent that mingled with the incense. As the room crackled with arcane energy, a presence began to manif

Not to mention the fact that the other person was a mage who fought only with power, Terea was always beaten. Later, Terea understood that it was no use for the other person to untie her hands. Because she could eat, Christian came twice a day instead of once, which left more time for studying. For Terea, every time the other person came, she was tortured until the next day. Time passed day by day, and Terea went from struggling to resist to symbolic resistance. After nearly two months of studying, Christine finally mastered all the knowledge in the library and successfully became an arcane practitioner. At the same time, she figured out the situation of the Mage Tower and the Half-Plane, bu

We never went back to the mansion after this, and I completely understand Kai’s decision not to go back. Thirteen-year-old Viktor sees them walking towards the staircase and scurries to get back in bed, but in his rush to get away, he doesn't see the dark shadow slinking around the corner towards his brother’s room. The witch targeted Dimitri from a young age; it seems. I wonder what made her decide to go with Dimitri and not our more vulnerable younger brother, Nikolai. But then again, Nikolai has the Volkov temper - whatever parasite was implanted in Dimitri would have wreaked havoc in Nikolai.

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

Every witch and wizard in the vicinity felt the ground shaking at his boiling rage. Olga was more than concerned, more than her, Pegasus grew wary of Varca and Adam both. She admits at that moment...Adam really was something else. He had guts to put a sacred scar on Varca's body, fearlessly. "I will kill you..." Varca says, his speed twice as greater than before. Adam was given no time to escape his claws of doom. Varca was speeding in too close towards Adam. The wizard closes his eyes, deciding that he couldn't escape his rage. He accepted his fate, of being shred to pieces by Varca.

“They’re circling.” A thunderous growl tore through the stillness. From the shadows, it emerged, an elite magic beast, hulking and grotesque. Its chitin glistened with black magic, and its horns curved like blades. Eyes glowing crimson locked directly on Aaron. "Move-!" Victor shouted. The beast lunged. But Aaron hadn’t frozen, he’d already sidestepped, blade raised. Yet Victor was faster. In a flash of metal and instinct, Victor leapt between them, driving his sword directly into the beast’s open jaws.

We weren’t going to make it. Thorne was 20 feet from the vault door when we burst through the smoke. 20 feet and Aria was on the other side with only Roric and two healers between her and a 400-year-old Archmage. He didn’t even look at us. He just slammed his palm against the vault door and spoke a word in High Lycan that made the stone scream. The door exploded inward. “THORNE!” Darius roared and threw himself forward, but a wall of silver magic snapped up between us and the vault.