Viktor Arcane Season 2 Act 2 Novels & Stories

He grabbed my waist with one arm and scooped Leo up with the other, hurling all three of us backward onto a solid section of the stone platform just as the ground where we were standing plunged into the dark abyss. Marcus was laughing like a lunatic on the opposite side of the gap, his face covered in dark dust. "Drown in the deep, King! Fade into nothing, little sister!" "You first," Kaelen growled under his breath. With a powerful twist of his shoulders, Kaelen hurled his broadsword across the widening divide. The steel flashed through the air like a bolt of silver, burying itself deep into Marcus's chest. Marcus’s eyes went wide, his laugh dying in his throat as the impact knocked him bac

Fuck, there can be no easy outcome after this. My father laughs and I snap my attention back to the screen. “Good; and our secret weapon is just about ready to make his appearance known,” he says, gesturing to behind Marle and she turns around. “Oh, he is glorious!” Marle gasps and approaches a… familiar-looking figure. “What the actual F…” I trail off when I see Kai standing there with a blank look on his face. What is happening? Did they place a parasite in him as well?! “Vladimir is ready to take his place as the true Volkov Alpha,” my father says proudly.

Making my back arch until my shoulders flattened against the table. Next to me the tipped candle caught the cloth afire. Blooming into an orange flame as he entered me. It spread wildly and I tossed my head to look at it. Panting nervously. “Don’t worry about that.” He waved a dismissive hand and the fire doused as if a bucket had been thrown on it. The black hole in the tablecloth smoking haplessly. Warlock magic. I yelped and clawed at the tablecloth. He growled low in his throat and stroked deeply into me. Withdrawing until only the heavy tip lingered inside. Then he eased back in. Embedding deeply again and making me gasp from the foreign feeling of being pushed open.

Kaelen conjured flame from his gauntlets, lighting the chamber like a furnace. But the cultist—Aria’s great-aunt—was drawing power from the bond. Their bond. The obsidian altar glowed red. “Stop her!” Aria cried. But it was too late. The chamber cracked. The walls shook. A roar like the sound of the earth splitting filled the air—and from the altar rose a creature made of bones and blood, its form vaguely humanoid, its eyes glowing with crimson flame. The second Harbinger. Aria charged. Varek tried to stop her, but she was too fast. Her blades glowed with runes, slicing through the wraiths as she leapt onto the altar and drove her weapon into the creature’s chest.

He would smash himself against the Lycan Kingdom's walls and when those walls cracked open everything behind them would be mine for the taking. I picked up my tea and took a slow sip. The game was entering its middle phase. The phase where pieces began to fall. Where alliances fractured. Where the board reshaped itself around whoever had the patience to wait and the vision to see three moves ahead. Damien saw one move. Get Maya. Kael saw two moves. Remove Maya. Control Asher. I saw the entire board. And every single piece was moving exactly where I needed it. My phone buzzed. An encrypted message from an unknown number.

⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ Next Chapter Unlocks: 8 — Várgr Enemies breach the vault. Blood answers silence.

She cried out and arched her back in pain. Just as the person was about to kick her again, the door was opened. Wanting not to imagine more terror on her, she shut her eyes tightly and left herself to fate. "I told you not to do anything without my orders you fool" Vinca recognized that voice. She had heard it before. It was the voice that had shattered her love life to pieces. "Ana, why are you doing this to me? I already sent Damont packing and he should be at your place now".

Dark threads exploded, weaving a storm of chaos, the abyss fracturing. Jessica’s glow ignited, her voice a defiant scream. “Our love is our truth!” She charged the loom a vortex of shattered threads her hands tearing at the chaos, her glow blazing in golden bursts, shredding Verith’s shadow. Kade fought beside her, his claws ripping through Vynia’s deceit, their hands brushing, his love a fire. Selene’s spells burned Eternis’s void, her cry fierce. Lucas smashed Nihil’s collapse, his fists bloody. Bryan’s glow disrupted Malric’s threads, his voice a vow.

Ava's POV Edgar stayed in his seat like the entire room belonged to him. Which, once upon a time, it had. "Have you gone mad?" he said. "Do you know who you are speaking to?" "I know exactly who I am speaking to," Sebastian said. Janet moved to his side quickly, her hand on his arm. She knew her son. She knew Edgar. She understood what happened when neither of them decided to back down. Edgar's eyes were already shifting — darkening at the edges, his Lycan pressing forward.

His eyes blaze with determination as he steps forward, his entire being pulsing with raw energy. The queen's gaze flickers with surprise as she senses the sudden surge of power emanating from Alaric. With a snarl of rage, she lashes out with her dark magic, but Alaric meets her attack head-on, deflecting the onslaught with a barrier of swirling water. As the Evil Queen unleashes her dark magic upon Tonya, Alaric's heart pounds with a mixture of fear and determination. With a primal roar, he taps into the elemental powers of the nearby water, drawing upon its energy with a fierce intensity.