Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

It was blurry, snapped from a security camera, but I could identify who Bianca was regardless. And next to her was some guy I'd never seen before. A large, broad-shouldered figure in a black suit, his stance confident, his presence intimidating even on screen. His features were angular, his jaw set, but there was something undeniably evil in him. "Who is it?" I breathed. "Viktor Androv," Damian snarled. "Russian arms dealer. Wealthy, powerful, and ruthless. If she's in partnership with him, then this is worse than we thought."

The other two were strangers, but judging by their demeanor, they were powerful. “Alaric.” One of them, a man with slicked-back hair and a scar running down his cheek, extended a hand. His suit alone looked like it cost more than what I used to make in a year. “It’s been too long.” Alaric shook his hand with a firm grip before taking a seat. He pulled me down beside him, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body through the expensive fabric of his suit. “Vanessa, meet Viktor Ivanov. One of the biggest arms dealers in Eastern Europe.”

Instead, he sat back in his chair, sipping his wine like a man about to drop a grenade at a peace talk. Then he smiled. That same fake, smug, I-know-something-you-don’t kind of smile. “His name is Viktor.” I froze. The same was oddly familiar “Viktor?” I repeated. “Who’s…” And then it hit me. I know a Viktor but…. That can't be possible. It can't possibly be him…right? Alaric’s grin widened. “Yes. Your Viktor. Your old best friend. Former beta of your pack. Ring a bell?”

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.

Viktor didn’t complain; he accepted with gratitude, promising to serve and follow the pack no matter what. Aaron remained sceptical of Viktor, and it showed in his communication with him. Damor said all he had to do was say the word, and he would rip out Viktor’s heart. It turned out Aaron wasn’t the only one with second thoughts about him. Ivan didn’t see him as a snake; his story checked out, and there was nothing fishy about him. According to him, he was just a man broken by life and trying to find his feet on the ground.

Well, he was straightforward. I ducked under his arm and went around him. I hurriedly backed away from him. I wanted to keep some distance between us and spend as little as possible time close to him. I had cancelled out my scent but I didn’t want to take any chances of him whiffing a smell of my body. Viktor turned around to face me with a smirk, “I see you are light on your feet, huh? Is that pure skill or is that magic too?” He sped towards me with a grin, “Well, it doesn’t matter what you’re on,” he paused as he threw rapid punches at me, “all I know is, I want to know what color the blood of a warlock is.”

Elara hovered nearby, ever the shadow. Viktor emerged first: a towering figure, broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, scars crisscrossing his arms like battle maps. His aura pulsed with alpha power, a match for mine, but tempered with a diplomat's smile. Kira followed, nodding respectfully. "Alpha Blackwood," Viktor boomed, his voice carrying a faint Eastern European accent, extending a hand. "Congratulations on the heir—and Hanlon's demise. The packs owe you a debt." I clasped his forearm in the traditional grip, testing his strength. Solid, unyielding. "Debt's mutual if your intel holds. The bunker was a goldmine—and a nightmare."

The moment Grace saw Victor Lewis step out of the cab, she dashed forward and gave him a big hug. After that, she whispered in his ear, "I'm really counting on you this time, Victor." "Easy-peasy," Victor calmly replied. "I've already taken care of it on the way here." Smiling, Grace hooked her arms around his. "Really? I knew you were the best." "Such a honey tongue." He caressed her head affectionately. Victor worked at the National Cybersecurity Department and was ranked as the world's number one hacker on the dark web, known as AK.