Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

Viktor’s expression didn’t change — but something cold flickered behind his eyes. “Oh, I hope he does.” Elena swallowed the wave of fear rising in her throat. Do not give him fear. Do not give him tears. She straightened in the chair as much as she could. “This isn’t about me.” “Everything is about you,” Viktor corrected softly. “You just don’t understand how much.” He stood and began pacing slowly in front of her. “Do you know how long I’ve studied him?” he continued. “Adrien D’Angelo. The ghost of the underworld. Untouchable. Unbreakable.”

A hand—her father's—grabbing hers, leading her to safety. Vosvak Spade. Once the cunning, ruthless Minister of the Arcane Council, now rotting in the cursed chambers beneath the Tomb of Il’Sharak. Accused of summoning the monstrous wretches that razed entire villages, and condemned by none other than Miyal Rhax’s father—the great Alpha himself. Perfera clenched her fists. The mirror rippled. A different image formed—Krishna Aswald on the pyre, emerald eyes blazing, flames licking at her skin, yet still she screamed defiance. Miyal, standing cold and unflinching.

One I hadn’t used since Nikolai’s betrayal. Within moments, the doors opened and three of my men walked in—what was left of my inner circle. The loyal ones. The dangerous ones. Rico. Tomas. Angelo. They bowed but didn’t speak. Their silence was the kind I needed. “We move by dusk,” I said. “We take back what’s ours. Damon has drawn first blood. But we will return it tenfold. I just want to be done my way this time.” “Even after the losses?” Rico asked. “Even after Nikolai?”

If he's afraid already then he's in for a world of surprise and pain if he doesn't tell us what we want to know and soon. "My name is Talon, I am... was a member of the pack that you destroyed and Aria is my mate. I didn't come here to cause trouble but I won't be leaving without my mate." Yeah, this guy is seriously cooked. "And how did you get in here?" He seems to be trying to avoid that question but I'm not letting it go. Something is clearly off with this guy and of course, Nick has already picked up on it too as suddenly six of our warriors come from outside of the room and surround the prick.

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

A name flashing across the screen. Wiktor.

"Then name your price." Viktor studied me. His eyes were sharp, calculating, weighing his options. "A trade," he said. "Information for information." "I'm listening." "Malhorn isn't your only enemy." He paused, letting the words sink in. "There's someone else. And he's connected to Ariel." "Names." "Not yet. That's the trade." He straightened, wincing. "I tell you what I know about Ariel. You let me walk. And maybe,maybe, we talk again."