Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

But there must be a reason why the High Elf could not possibly give her descendants the same name as Queen Galadriel. Galadriel continued, "This is my father Kahn's Wizard Tower." "Kahn?" Christine was confused. That didn't sound like an elven name. "My father Kahn is not an elf. He is a Golem, a Pernoct from another dimension. You can imagine him as a traveling wizard. And I am not an elf either. He created me as a construct. According to him, the idea came to him after he met the High Elf Queen, so he gave me that name.

He certainly wasn't going to bother checking the credentials of those who rented it from him, nor was he going to find out what they were doing in there. Since Viktor had become an obsessed man. He realized that before he had been a fool blinded to the possibilities offered by this radical branch of arcane studies. Motivated by the invigorating wave of power he had experienced, and encouraged by the equally obsessive Erich, he had been motivated to learn as much as possible about this new arcane discipline and perfect it. But he realized that before he could do it, preparation was the key. He, too, was not so absorbed in studies to forget that not everyone would view favorably what he was tr

Malcolm held his stare with mine, holding back the urge to make another snide comment to Drake. "They are made, yes, but they are of only one higher power and not of direct blood or lineaged from their creators. Athena is made from two higher powers and is only created when needed. She holds similarities to the book in that sense. Multiple sources of power created the Libro Vitae, and since it holds similar abilities to the Dacian, the oracles and the dragons. It doesn't deem it necessary to keep track of them, especially when Dacian and Oracles only occur when the previous passes. Most Dacian are mated to a wolf, so another can't be created. You have to be of pure blood and a true mate of a

“Relax. If I wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” “Who are you?” Alaric demanded, his voice cold and sharp. The figure leaned forward, revealing a man with silver hair and piercing green eyes. His tailored suit was immaculate, his demeanor unnervingly calm. “You can call me Viktor,” he said. “I represent... interested parties who are closely watching the developments around Elona.” Alaric’s jaw tightened. “What do you want with her?” “Not just her,” Viktor replied, his gaze unflinching. “Her lineage. Her claim. The chaos her existence could unleash.” He rose to his feet, his movements measured and deliberate.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

Viktor shot his apprentice a withering glance before turning back to the Necromancer. “Dominic again?” he asked. The Necromancer’s empty eyes narrowed. “I do not know for sure. Some power beyond Dominic’s—beyond mine even—blocked me from seeing what happened when Tomas and the others were killed. But when the veil lifted earlier today, I saw Dominic destroying their essence. I fought him for Tomas, but I was too late and too far away, and so Dominic prevailed. I managed to wrest Andre from him, but that is all.” “Can you restore Andre to us?” Viktor asked hopefully. It would be decades before Jordan became a full-fledged wizard, and Viktor did not relish being the only remaining black waziri

I say that to him, and he says she does, shocking us again. "Look, there's no time for me to explain all that right now, but Tory told me Evaki has a twin that she doesn't know about, and he's a wolf. She found out when Evaki moved here from her parents, and she was going to tell her, but it was just never the right time. Right now, he's on the way with Maia. Maia killed Charon; that's what made Dimitris collapse; that's what killed the queen. Dimitris has been working with Driviar," he says, and my mother gasps, clamping her hand over her mouth. We all know Driviar. He's the wizard who was hunted down for heinous crimes. But he was never found. King Argo captured him, but when he was killed

We hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and we had to leave soon to go to the club. “Aria?” I called her. She looked up from her plate. “Yes?” “Are you okay?” I asked her. “Did you find something at the library?” “No. I didn’t find anything,” she answered. “I am just thinking about what Annie found out.” “What did you find, Annie?” Nick asked her. “Well, I found out something about Victor,” Annie said and looked between Nick and me. “Go on,” I nudged her. “He was a powerful warlock and a politician who wanted to eradicate humans,” she said.

The slim, cloaked man leaped into the hall from the front yard, his toes tapping the ground to propel himself forward. "It's you?" Mohan and Graham's pupils shrank the moment they saw the slim man, their killing intent surging. "Right Protector of the Black Maple Organization, Viktor Fander!" Viktor was the right-hand man of the Black Maple Master, one of the main people who led the siege of the Kane family 30 years ago. He had long been ranked as a half-step Lord of War, only a short cry away from becoming a true Lord of War. Although Viktor was powerful, the technique he practiced was the Withered Wood Spring Heart, which belonged to the Eastern Wood among the five elements of Wyverna.

Viktor had been inside the conspiracy long enough to understand its architecture, its participants, its goals. “Daemon has already begun moving against you,” Aldric said flatly, and his voice had lost the tremor of uncertainty. Now it carried only the weight of tragic understanding. “He’s making offers to council members. He’s gathering evidence. And he’s doing it with the support of that princess from Montvale, who apparently possesses intelligence resources that rival anything the Church can access.” Marcus felt something in his carefully constructed facade begin to crack. But only a very small piece. Only enough to show uncertainty but not enough to show fear.