روايات وقصص ضمن Viktor Arcane

"What is it, Nabitha? What did you want to discuss?" I approached him slowly, a predatory smile spreading across my face. "Victor, we hold a secret that can change everything. Don't you think that his Xav Macrony is none other than the Lycan King Xavier, the husband to my biggest rival and also my sweet sister Uriah. Or I'm just making things up." Victor's eyes widened with disbelief and realization. "Lycan King Xavier ? The one we thought is back in his pack? I don't think that's possible”

He took a heavy, deliberate step forward, sending a clear, silent command across the cage. The twins broke. They turned toward the cage gate, frantically signaling for a referee forfeit. Now, only one challenger remained standing in the center of the pit. Victor Vance stepped through the dissipating steam, his dark silver cybernetics humming with an ominous, negative bio-magnetic pull. His mechanical joint sockets clicked and locked, his crimson HUD eyes glowing with a cold, hollow hatred as he raised his augmented arms. High above in the hover-throne, Archon Malakor leaned forward, his golden mask reflecting the dim arena lights. beside him, Morrigan’s knuckles were white where she gripped

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

Viktor's face cycled through several shades of purple. He shot Lucian a murderous glare, then through gritted teeth, agreed to four percent. I had never seen Viktor make that face before. If I hadn't been in the room, he would have torn Lucian apart. When we stepped out, I couldn't help but laugh. "What did you say to him?" Lucian answered casually. "Viktor's been secretly manufacturing forbidden wolf drugs. I told him that if he didn't want the Alpha King to find out, he'd play nice."

He fell. And I saw the killer's face. I jerked back, gasping. "Who?" Draven demanded. "Kaia, who was it?" "Viktor," I whispered. "Your cousin. Viktor Bloodmoon." The words fell like stones into water, rippling outward. Lyra cursed violently. Garrett's face went hard as granite. Draven looked like I had stabbed him. "Viktor has been my Beta for five years," he said slowly. "My blood. My family. You are telling me he murdered our warriors? Betrayed us to Theron?"

It was just one night that I submitted to her seduction. Oh my God, that pussy was so sweet, as a fucking nectar, I just couldn't resist. And now what? I am cursed to be a beast for eternity. People are dying because I was too weak to resist dipping my bloody wick in the illegitimate daughter of Noosha and Arcanus. Arcanus is more or less harmless. He is a warlock king from the Thessalian tribe of Lapiths in Larissa.

“Humph! You mentioned that the blood clan killed your family… and you’re saying you didn’t know who’s the man behind it all?” ‘Victor… Victor Rosett,’ Lucian thought. It was then when he recalled the name of the vampire lord who caused his family’s ruthless death. “Your Majesty, I was ignorant. I now remember the name… Victor Rosett is the Vampire Lord who controlled the Liore Kingdom in the shadows. He is my greatest enemy.”

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Everything I have learned is that Adrian came to live with Ryker after he was sixteen. They shared the same father, but not the same mother. Adrian’s mother had been a witch and apparently had thought he would be like her and not like his father. She abandoned him and it wasn’t until later that Adrian started being able to use magic. By that point, Adrian and Ryker became close. Instead of kicking Adrian out, Ryker helped him learn how to control his powers. They all thought he had been killed, even though they never found his body.

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”