Viktor Arcane Act 2 Novels & Stories

The Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was the most dreaded manifestation among arcane seekers. Even an Arcane High Priest wouldn't dare take it lightly. Once someone entered the manifestation, it would shift according to the conjurer's will, and escape was only possible by breaking it from within. Such an ancient manifestation was beyond anyone's knowledge, except for those few from the Dracotigris Order, Suncrest Sect, and Greenshade Guild who were just as old and close to death as Tobias was.

-(What Aaron said) "I summon the lord of Magic, Valac, may thy magic run through me." -(English Interpretation) He yelled aggressively as the right arm of his was engulfed by dark red flames, signifying the presence of Valac. "From thy slumbers, awake, battle by my side Mistress." Said Aaron.

It didn’t take long before he reached the clearing. And there, on a stone slab, lay Vargr—eyes shut, still as death. His arm was torn open, a massive wound where flesh had been ripped away. The injury was too severe for any normal healing. The sight of it made Cedric’s breath catch—Vargr, a werewolf, was not healing. "I can’t believe this," he murmured, stepping closer, only to be slammed backward by an invisible force. The clearing was sealed—Arcana Involutus—a binding spell designed to block entry.

he replied through gritted teeth. "So she’s practically innocent?" Dave raised a brow, making Andreas look at him. "She’s not innocent. Her criminal father has done enough. And he left his daughter behind to pay for all of his evil deeds," the woman roared with hatred, once again answering for him. Andreas, on the other hand, remained silent as he averted his eyes and looked at his glass. *** The moon was bright in the clear sky, making the night even more beautiful. The road was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the cold, gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight.

That left him in dark trousers and a sleeveless vest open enough to reveal both his collarbones and those sharp, defined abs like some medieval action figure. “Stop staring,” he said dryly. “I wasn’t,” I lied. He gave me that dangerous smirk. “You were.” The grimoire pulsed again on my hip like it could hear us flirting. Alaric tilted his head toward the center circle marked with silver and obsidian chalk. “You’re sure about this?” “I’ve handled lightning.” I stepped forward, squaring my shoulders. “A bit of ancient necromantic energy won’t kill me.” “Actually, it might,” he murmured. “That’s why I’m here.”

“For the right to be something other than a battery for your greed.” ​“Choice is a luxury for the powerful,” Valerius said, his hand moving away from the tree. A trail of white salt followed his fingers, hanging in the air like a frozen ribbon. “And you, Winifred, are currently the weakest thing in this forest. You have no shadow. You have no light. You have nothing but a silver knife and a desperate hope.” ​“I have the Pact,” I said. ​I dropped the dagger and pressed my bare palms against the obsidian bark. The salt burned my skin instantly, a searing, chemical cold that made me want to scream. I felt the Archon’s magic trying to push me away, a wall of static and brine.

“Who?” “We—we’re uncertain at this moment,” the warrior stuttered. “But the magic feels ancient. And tainted.” Liora froze in place. Tainted magic could only signify one thing. The Forsaken. Aric advanced, his power surging so intensely that several young guards staggered backward. “Secure the perimeter. No one enters the hall. Liora remains inside with the elders.” “No,” Liora immediately countered, stepping closer. “I will accompany you.” Aric turned to her, his expression filled with pain. “Liora, you just experienced a memory that wasn’t even yours. You’re still trembling—you require time to recuperate.”

The Light of Unity Aria’s heart thundered in her chest as she faced Victor’s shadowy essence, his spectral claws wrapped around Rollan’s small form. The catacombs’ damp air clung to her skin, the crimson glow of Victor’s eyes casting an eerie light across the chamber. Rollan’s terrified whimpers echoed off the stone walls, each sound a dagger to her soul. Above them, the fang of the first alpha—the relic they’d fought so hard to claim—hummed with latent power atop its pedestal. Victor’s voice slithered through the darkness, cold and taunting.

Following those words, Vice City Lord Anderson took the corrupted object away from Mistaken Fox, and Mistaken Fox was given a system prompt, followed by him being enveloped by a ring of light, signifying that he leveled up. While Mistaken Fox took a moment to examine his new stats now that he's gotten to level 20, Vice City Lord Jameson took out a piece of blank paper and wrote it up before putting it into an envelope and sealing it with the City Lord's seal for SC Pier City. He then made a cough, attracting Mistaken Fox's attention before he spoke, "Recruit, I can see that you are an Arcane Summoner. That's not a class many gain access to in these parts, so you obtaining it means that it is

Wardric's actions astounded the audience. Wardric exclaimed, "I know what you're doing, or at least how you're doing it, and I'm not going to utilize the grimoire any longer!" He rushed forward, shooting a trail of burning fire that danced across the concrete floor, charring it as it approached Norval. Norval reacted immediately by grabbing for another vial and crushing it in his palm, but Wardric slid beneath Norval's reach and drew out a vial that stood out from the rest. It was labeled ‘Neutralizer' and had a green lining on the glass walls. Wardric pulled it from his utility belt and thrust it into the other hand of Norval. He seized Norval's palm with both hands and crushed it, smashing