Viktor Arcane X Reader Novels & Stories

Xavier said. "Vito," Angelica said, her face lighting up. "Who's Vito?" I asked, confused. I had never heard of him before. "Axel's Beta," Angelica said, snickering behind her hand. Why was she acting so weirdly all of a sudden? "And his older half-brother from his mother's side," Xavier said. "He is a full-blood warlock." I shivered. I have never been very fond of witches and warlocks. They were not to be trusted.

The last evidence of a disaster buried under noble titles and ancient family trees. A knock came at my door. Alaric. He entered like he always did — quietly, smoothly, like shadows followed him naturally. His cloak was still damp from the rain. What the hell was he doing here? I thought he went home? To his kids? “You’ve been up for hours,” he said without greeting. His eyes slid immediately to the book in front of me. “You found something.” “About the Rift,” I murmured, not looking away from the pages. “It’s tied to necromancy.”

his words trailed off but his expression completed the statement. I stood up and stretched, cracking my knuckles. “What are we going to do?” he asked. “I called Vivian,” I said with a smile. “She's dead.” His jaw fell open. “I made someone do some digging and it turns out that Orion men attacked my den.” “Mirabel is Chloe?” He frowned. “She must have told him about Xena's impurity and the unborn.” “We have to end Xena now,” Viktor said. “He will use it against you, we would have to burn the evidence.”

He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?" Beta Dillon let out a sigh. "Damn, alpha, you are getting whipped by your breeder," the other person said. Drake threw out a sinister cackle as he laughed. "Dillon, I'm in a complete mess. I'm not sure what kind of emotion this is, but I wanted to find out what it is. The response he gave was, "You like your breeder, alpha." "It is impossible for me to reject the reality of the situation." Drake shook his head, unable to comprehend how his Beta could have such precognition.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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

"Is it Viktor?" ​"Viktor is a scavenger," Xavier spat, not looking back. "This is worse. This is the rot our father invited into the house. They aren't here to rescue you, little bird. They’re here to collect on a debt that was signed in your name." ​We didn't go toward the library. We didn't go toward the safety of the bedrooms. Instead, he pulled me toward a wall of smooth granite that I’d walked past a dozen times. He pressed his palm against a hidden sensor, and the stone groaned, sliding back to reveal a narrow, metal-lined staircase that spiraled down into the very heart of the mountain.

"Amara. It's Damien. I need your help. Viktor has me. He's going to kill me if Lucian doesn't cooperate. Please. For Kai. Help me." Another text came through. This one from a different unknown number. "Hello, Miss Cross. My name is Viktor Konstantin. Your ex-husband and I have come to an arrangement. Tell Lucian I'm coming for what's mine. Tell him the war starts now." Word Count: 998

Because I —" The words stuck in my throat, too weighty, too frail. His eyes widened, as comprehension dawned through the cloud of his suffering. "Kyara…" Before I could respond, a chilling chuckle resonated across the cavern, piercing through the delicate moment like a sword. "Touching," Victor drawled as he emerged from the shadows, his golden eyes glittering with wicked glee. "Truly, I am moved. But I can't let this little romance interfere with my plans.