Viktor Arcane の小説・ストーリー

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

Viktor lowered his hand and frowned. "You're a powerful necromancer," Viktor mumbled. "And you're an ancient reaper," Luric replied. I stepped between the pair so they didn't get into a pissing contest. Of course Deagon had to introduce himself. Luric chuckled at Deagon's apron and choked abruptly when Deagon turned exposing his bare ass. Viktor quickly pulled Deagon to sit down on his lap causing Luric to narrow his eyes. "Are all the men in your life queer, Skye," he asked curiously. I gasped loudly seeing Viktor and Deagon smirking at each other.

Chapter Eighty-Six: A New Threat Emerges Aaron stood frozen, his weapon still aimed at Viktor. Elena’s words echoed in his mind like a warning bell. *Konstantin Volk.* The name stirred vague recognition. He had heard it whispered before in high-level business and criminal circles—an elusive figure with vast power and dangerous influence. “Elena, who is Konstantin Volk?” Aaron demanded, his voice sharp but controlled. Viktor let out a bitter chuckle, even as Aaron tightened his grip on him. “You think you’ve won, Kingston? You’re a pawn in a much bigger game. Konstantin is the king. You have no idea the storm you’re about to walk into.”

We never went back to the mansion after this, and I completely understand Kai’s decision not to go back. Thirteen-year-old Viktor sees them walking towards the staircase and scurries to get back in bed, but in his rush to get away, he doesn't see the dark shadow slinking around the corner towards his brother’s room. The witch targeted Dimitri from a young age; it seems. I wonder what made her decide to go with Dimitri and not our more vulnerable younger brother, Nikolai. But then again, Nikolai has the Volkov temper - whatever parasite was implanted in Dimitri would have wreaked havoc in Nikolai.

“Port 6889. That’s where the data stream splits off. If Hale was sending something hidden, it’s buried there.” Adrien’s eyes flicked to him, admiration blending with exhaustion. “You caught that faster than I did.” Ryan allowed himself a small grin. “Guess I’m learning from the best.” Adrien didn’t answer, but his mouth curved slightly. Then, just as the code broke open, a new window flooded the screen a hidden folder. /ScepterArchive_01/ Adrien’s breath stilled. “That’s one of Viktor’s old operations. The ones he buried after” He stopped himself. The memories weren’t worth finishing.

Viktor talked for two hours. The details he provided were precise and, as Silas confirmed when Kieran brought him in to cross-reference, accurate. The meeting location Viktor described matched a known rogue contact point Silas had used himself eighteen months ago, before Azrik had shifted his network's operations further west. The messenger's description aligned with a figure Silas identified as Vex Nightclaw, Azrik's second in command, who told them the rogue leader had considered Viktor's potential cooperation significant enough to send someone senior.

They moved aside to give me access. A dagger was buried into the ground, pinning a piece of parchment beneath it. The parchment was stained with blood. I ripped it free and unfolded it. "You thought you were the hunter. But now, you have become the hunted. If you want your precious armor, come and find me. - Viktor" I folded the paper and put it in my pocket.. Viktor. So Viktor has the armour? His intention, of course, is obvious. Who wouldn't want to be the king and have the primordial mate?

Alaric’s men surged forward to intervene, but a sharp glance from him froze them in their tracks. “Stand back!” Alaric ordered. Viktor was feral. He was on top of Alaric, punching erratically, his knuckles splitting and painting Alaric’s pale face red. His eyes were no longer as I remembered; they were unstable as he fought with the desperation of a man who had already lost everything. For a heartbeat, it looked like Viktor was actually gaining control. He was landing hits that should have broken any normal man. But Alaric just smiled through the blood.