Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

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.”

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

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."

"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.