Novelas y relatos de Viktor Arcane

Both Arcadians looked at her — the girl they had once condemned to the pyre, now sitting as Princess Consort of Valros, turned vampire, eyes sharp and unafraid. Raven continued: “I was born in Arcadia Prime. My father was your High Priest. My mother was an Archdruid. I know the laws you uphold. But I have also seen what the Demonkin do. I have fought them. I have *died* fighting them.” She leaned forward slightly.

he said. I nodded, my mind racing. "Do we open it?" "We don’t have a choice," he said, heading toward the study. I followed him, my nerves taut as he plugged the drive into his laptop. The screen flickered to life, displaying a single video file. Ronan clicked on it, and the screen was filled with the image of a shadowy figure, their face obscured by darkness. "Ronan Darkwood. Ashley Brown," the figure said, their voice distorted. "You’ve come a long way, but the game isn’t over yet. Viktor was a pawn. The real players are just getting started."

"I thought the Queen turned you into a rug years ago." "She considered it." Viktor smiled, revealing fangs that were far too long for his mouth. "But I’m much better at pouring wine than being a floor decoration. And look at you. Bringing a Muse into the Sanguine Palace. Bold. Or desperate." "We're here for Hecate." Aradaa stepped forward, his silver veins pulsing. "Move aside, blood-sucker." Viktor’s eyes shifted to Aradaa’s stomach. He tilted his head. "Ah. The cargo. The little Prince who will end the world. Or save it. The bets are currently three-to-one in favor of the apocalypse."

he says with a graceful bow, “would you grant me the first dance?” Loralie’s delighted gasp answers for her. “Of course.” She glances back, apologetic but giddy. “Don’t vanish.” Before I can reply, another shape emerges from the shadow behind him. Taller. Leaner. The kind of pale that isn’t absence but moonlight sharpened to a blade. Hair black with a flicker of blue when the lanterns catch it. And eyes—crimson, steady, impossible. “I’m Viktor,” he says, voice smooth as chilled wine. “Would you care to dance as well?”

He looked at Ren. "I am alive," VIKTOR said. Ren typed on the keyboard. She stared at the screen. "Impossible," Ren said. "The code accepted him. It did not purge." "Why?" Julian asked. "Because," a voice came from the speaker. It was the Architect. "He is not just a killer. He is the blood heir. The system knows his DNA. It knows he is the new Director." The screen showed a map. The whole Syndicate network. All the money. All the guns.

Victor POV Wearing a black suit with a shorter length that elongated my body by revealing more of my legs displayed supremacy as I got in the carriage that was ridden by a white stallion. With me was my right hand and trusted friend, Aram and my best two warriors Zenith and Draco, the one with telekinetic power as the driver. As the stallion halted its pace in front of a dark wide and tall metal gate, Aram lowered his head while his hand slightly slid the closed wooden window. His keen eyes observed outside. After a while, he sat straight and stared at me.

If only they knew her late parents weren't the evil villains they were portrayed to be. Damian's eyes squinted in speculation, "What exactly do you mean?" Elder Marcus explained, "Her father, Akira the great, was a wizard of the order of the sun. And we know theirs have been most interested in conquering our pack and our kind for exploitation. Athena, her mother, was the daughter of our esteemed alpha, alpha Cedric Scotler, who we lost to death at the time.

“This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made her think you were dead—just to use her.” Viktor’s smile widened slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Damian Volkov. My daughter’s… ally.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the first man to come for my little girl, you know. And you certainly won’t be the last.”

There is something dark and ominous about them. "Hello, daughter. " Alec's voice made my jaw clench tight. "I hope you don't mind, but I've brought some friends to help celebrate the full moon tonight." He first motions to the unfamiliar man, "Elias is a guard I met while falsely imprisoned for delivering you your punishments. He is a hybrid, werewolf, and warlock. His powers may have been bound by the Grand Coven, but luckily his mother, Cordelia, was happy to help my cause."

I tell Fred and Tim, before walking off, heading towards the door, leaving out. I have waited seventy years for this and I'll be damn if I let Draven take this kill from me. I wouldn't call Draven an enemy, but he's not a friend neither. When my father disappeared for days, I thought that Draven's father had something to do with it. So I went to their land with a group of Lycans and started killing every vampire in my path until I got to Draven. We fought and we were pretty evenly matched, but the venom that I use to change humans into Lycans, that same venom weakens the vampires. So after one clean bite, he went down.