Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

“What is it?” Viktor’s jaw tightened. “It’s time.” He handed her the scroll. Marcus’s message was short, direct: Daven approaches with his core guard. I’ll face him, but I need someone I trust at my side. Bring fire. Bring silence. —M Viktor moved to the armoire and began pulling out his weapons—blades, leather armor, a silver-threaded gauntlet Reva had enchanted for him. Reva remained still, the scroll in her hand.

In the kingdom of darkness Arakon stood in front of his followers, looking with amusement at the combat matches taking place in front of him. Leo came forward and bowed to him with respect, before presenting him with a box. He opened it and looked inside. That black light was reflected on his face, and a very terrifying aura emanated from it. “Oh great king, everything is ready now. The energy we injected into the fighters is now manipulating it, as if it were just a child’s game. What are you planning to do?”

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"

What if Alpha Viktor was as ruthless as his reputation suggested? But just as I began to question my resolve, the gate creaked open, revealing a shadowy figure standing within. Alpha Viktor emerged, his presence commanding and intimidating. He was tall, with an air of authority that sent chills down my spine. His dark hair framed a face that was both handsome and frightening, and his eyes glinted like shards of ice. “Why have you come to my kingdom?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly. I stepped forward, trying to project confidence. “Alpha Viktor, I am Arianna, and this is Xavier. We seek the Dark Moon amulet to unite our people against the darkness threatening our world. We come to ask

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?”

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

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.