Novel & Cerita Viktor Arcane Act 2

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

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.

"Your daughter will be safe. I am sorry it took me too long to do this. However, I will also be sending someone else for her. She must not be alone now that she conceives. Forgive me for my decision." Suddenly, the gust of wind within the chamber surged violently, whipping through the room like an unrelenting tempest. The vortex at the center of the magic circle swirled with ferocious intensity, its light pulsating brighter than ever. Alaric's body, suspended in the vortex, began to dissolve—fading piece by piece into shimmering fragments of light, each part of him drawn into the portal.

The crackle of battle is deafening now, the fierce energy of the pack building as we face our true enemy. The Wendigos rush past me, avoiding me and attacking my warriors, so I draw back my Alpha Power. I can’t have my flames pushing them away now. I move, my claws extended, and my fangs bared. A Wendigo lunges toward me, but I’m faster. I tear into its flesh, blood spraying across my face. Its twisted howl echoes through the night as I rip it apart. Arcane warriors rally around me, cutting down the creatures that come too close.

He took a heavy, deliberate step forward, sending a clear, silent command across the cage. The twins broke. They turned toward the cage gate, frantically signaling for a referee forfeit. Now, only one challenger remained standing in the center of the pit. Victor Vance stepped through the dissipating steam, his dark silver cybernetics humming with an ominous, negative bio-magnetic pull. His mechanical joint sockets clicked and locked, his crimson HUD eyes glowing with a cold, hollow hatred as he raised his augmented arms. High above in the hover-throne, Archon Malakor leaned forward, his golden mask reflecting the dim arena lights. beside him, Morrigan’s knuckles were white where she gripped

“I am Hekate. My name represents vengeance and hatred. I can exact my revenge on you anytime that I wish to. But Miki doesn’t have that much time left. I swear that I will find you someday, even if it will take me ten years! And when I find you, you’re going to wish that you’re dead by the time that I’m done with you!” Jessica smirked. “Do as you wish,” she said. “I’ve done what I was assigned to do here anyway. Besides, that girl doesn’t have much time left anyway.” She smirked as she removed a green dart from within her jacket, holding it between the index and middle fingers of her right hand. “It is amazing what a simple dart can do, isn’t it?” She chuckled with amusement, turning around