Viktor Arcane Novels & Stories

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.

Rowena, The Alpha werecat from the ‘golden pride’ said. “Keir Frederick is alive and in one piece. That bloodsucker bastard escaped death by my hands once but not next time. Only if his witch hadn't yanked him out of the battle. Bloody cowards!” Lyceon‘s powerful voice resonated throughout the whole room driving everyone to succumb into his authority and belief. He recalled the scene of the war where He lost his last saviour.

The last thing he could afford was for her to be seen as his weakness of which he could be broken. Valker Arcane was a force to be feared, and he had no weak spots.

He certainly wasn't going to bother checking the credentials of those who rented it from him, nor was he going to find out what they were doing in there. Since Viktor had become an obsessed man. He realized that before he had been a fool blinded to the possibilities offered by this radical branch of arcane studies. Motivated by the invigorating wave of power he had experienced, and encouraged by the equally obsessive Erich, he had been motivated to learn as much as possible about this new arcane discipline and perfect it. But he realized that before he could do it, preparation was the key. He, too, was not so absorbed in studies to forget that not everyone would view favorably what he was tr

Malcolm held his stare with mine, holding back the urge to make another snide comment to Drake. "They are made, yes, but they are of only one higher power and not of direct blood or lineaged from their creators. Athena is made from two higher powers and is only created when needed. She holds similarities to the book in that sense. Multiple sources of power created the Libro Vitae, and since it holds similar abilities to the Dacian, the oracles and the dragons. It doesn't deem it necessary to keep track of them, especially when Dacian and Oracles only occur when the previous passes. Most Dacian are mated to a wolf, so another can't be created. You have to be of pure blood and a true mate of a

“Relax. If I wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” “Who are you?” Alaric demanded, his voice cold and sharp. The figure leaned forward, revealing a man with silver hair and piercing green eyes. His tailored suit was immaculate, his demeanor unnervingly calm. “You can call me Viktor,” he said. “I represent... interested parties who are closely watching the developments around Elona.” Alaric’s jaw tightened. “What do you want with her?” “Not just her,” Viktor replied, his gaze unflinching. “Her lineage. Her claim. The chaos her existence could unleash.” He rose to his feet, his movements measured and deliberate.

Lilith completed before adding, "you should have just gone to Tania if you wanted your tongue back. I'm sure she would have found a better way to have done it." "I don't think the spell would have worked if the full price wasn't paid," Victor mused, running a hand through his wavy hair, "this is for the best. She has her memories but not her feelings for me. That's how it's meant to be." "How do you feel about that?" I had a feeling that his answer to this question could potentially break me. I blossomed under the glow of Victor's light but this could be the damp rain cloud that would have me withering away.

Viktor shot his apprentice a withering glance before turning back to the Necromancer. “Dominic again?” he asked. The Necromancer’s empty eyes narrowed. “I do not know for sure. Some power beyond Dominic’s—beyond mine even—blocked me from seeing what happened when Tomas and the others were killed. But when the veil lifted earlier today, I saw Dominic destroying their essence. I fought him for Tomas, but I was too late and too far away, and so Dominic prevailed. I managed to wrest Andre from him, but that is all.” “Can you restore Andre to us?” Viktor asked hopefully. It would be decades before Jordan became a full-fledged wizard, and Viktor did not relish being the only remaining black waziri

I say that to him, and he says she does, shocking us again. "Look, there's no time for me to explain all that right now, but Tory told me Evaki has a twin that she doesn't know about, and he's a wolf. She found out when Evaki moved here from her parents, and she was going to tell her, but it was just never the right time. Right now, he's on the way with Maia. Maia killed Charon; that's what made Dimitris collapse; that's what killed the queen. Dimitris has been working with Driviar," he says, and my mother gasps, clamping her hand over her mouth. We all know Driviar. He's the wizard who was hunted down for heinous crimes. But he was never found. King Argo captured him, but when he was killed