Viktor Arcane Act 2 Novels & Stories

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

I barely had time to react, twisting and throwing a burst of magic that sent it crashing to the ground. “You’ll have to do better than that,” I hissed, wiping blood from my lip. The runes beneath me cracked, sparks flying as my spell took hold. The dark circle shattered, sending a shockwave that rippled across the battlefield. Viktor howled in rage, his power faltering as the link to his magic broke. Seizing the moment, Damien burst through the enemy lines, his voice booming. “For the pack! For our future!” The pack rallied, pressing the attack with renewed vigor. Viktor’s shadow creatures began to fall, one by one, their unnatural glow dimming. But Viktor himself retreated, snarling, his da

I turned to face the room — my parents, the elders, the pack members who had watched me be humiliated for years and said nothing — and I let the silence stretch for one long moment. Then I looked at Jackson one last time. "I, Ava Wellington, accept your rejection." The effect was immediate. Jackson's hand flew to his chest. He staggered, the full force of the severed bond hitting him like a physical blow, and somewhere behind him my father's men caught his arms to keep him upright. "No —" He lurched forward. "You cannot —" Sebastian stepped between us before Jackson's hand could reach me. One smooth, immovable step. He didn't touch Jackson. He didn't need to.

Although I had that power inside me but I knew that it's activation was something really difficult and I had been researching on it all these years when I knew he will return for me. I saw a beautiful rainbow forming in the clouds and as I stepped forward to have a clear view of it a cold pair of hands surrounded my waist and the lips landed on my neck. The grip was too strong for me to even turn my head by an inch, the cold lips kissed my neck as I struggled to free myself. I was about to use my magic to push that person away but almost at that time he bit me which send a wave of screeching pain through my body and instantly drained all the energy out of it a loud scream came out of my mout

“Come on. Go, Yezus, go!“ Alpha Benna nudged me, and then, looking at Kelvin, he told him, “Take care of her.“ Idiot! I accused him inwardly. Spairing Beta Kelvin one last glance, I grolwed, letting my wolf out for the first time in my life. I shook myself, watching as the soft grayish furs danced around. It felt good having Raika out. “You remember that I once promised you that I'd let you run freely in the woods? It's time to save me, Raika.“ I nudged her while being alert at the back of her head. Releasing another deep growl that made Benna and his minions sprint out of the seats, she gave Benna one deep claw on his face, pounced on Kedeva, and clawed him hard on his hand. I could hear he

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

"How else could a Witch turn into a Necromancer?" Dad Stepped closer. "It's not for me to know how those murders use their powers." "No, why would you want to understand the effects of your genocide?" He lunged for me, calling flames to his fingers as he reached for me. I dodged. Not sure if he genuinely meant to hurt me. Moving for the parting in the plastic, I ducked into the makeshift greenhouse. My power was different now. I wasn't sure what would happen if I touched the plants to kill them. Would I poison myself again, or would something else happen?

With one wink at Anastasia, she only but bites into her bottom lip… Oh, that just earned her one uncomfortable arousal, which… Well, I see Connor look at me, "Can you concentrate for one second?" I only but chuckle at him and launch another shot over his head. As he spins on his heel, there is a Were-Vamp that drops to his feet. "Can you concentrate on what is happening in front of you and leave the back for me?" He only grunts at me as he extends his right hand and aims for a Were-Vamp that is crushing a way forward in the direction of Zachariah.

Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me. But I didn't do anything, so, why should I be scared? Even if something happens to me, I will not bow down, because I know I am innocent. But Victors were powerful, they could get whatever they wanted. Marienne Carlisle Victor was rumored to be the reason behind the fire of Anneville, a place notorious for illegal business and sex trafficing. If it was true and he actually got away with that fire..... He could murder me or sell me to prostitution and no one would ever find me.

“Tell me why then. Why? Why should I be here?” “A year ago, our kingdom’s divine prophet had a prophecy. A big war will break out soon and Azlea’s barrier is getting weaker every year. Lord Vincentius was the one who built it. We had tried all the most powerful mages of this generation to rebuild it but no one could as it requires Lord Vincentius’ blood.” “So you need me for that? Fine. I’ll give you my blood. After that, let me leave.” “But that’s not as simple as that. You have to rebuild the barrier yourself. We believe only you can do it because you are Lord Vincentius’ descendant.”