Viktor Arcane X Reader Novels & Stories

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

Wren asked, curiosity lacing her voice. Viktor casually ran a hand through his hair, the other hand tucked into his pocket. “I read good reviews about this place online and wanted to check it out for myself.” Liam, mid-sneeze, barely managed to respond. “Wow. Velmont… on a site?” Viktor raised a brow. “Yeah. You guys didn’t know?” “Nope,” Aaron said, shaking his head. “Must’ve been one of those tourists. But that’s good for Velmont.”

I asked "It was good actually, we meet the future Alpha as of now he is head warrior at their pack. We discussed lots of new techniques of fighting and sparing and Jason invited him tomorrow for the party. He is very strong Alpha, you get that domineering aura that emits from him." "Hmm" I was not interested in any Alpha in middle of night. "And his name is not Rogan or Rayman. It’s Ric...." Before he could complete his sentence, I flipped him on his back and straddled him. "I am not interested in what his name is. Only one name have my undivided interest. Do you know that name?" I said, tracing my finger on his sharp jaws. He just kept staring at me. "It’s Viktor..."I whispered in his ears

Stumbling back, I crouched down, ready to attack, “What in the name of Loki are you doing? Go now before I change my mind and kick you, sorry little ass!” Arcane stood between us, blocking my view of her, and his eyes bored into mine. His fingertips had turned to long black talons, and almost black eyes focused only on me. Why the fucking hell did his beast interfere in this!?

He said wryly. Zavier stiffened before he was looking away and busying himself. "Now I am able to see paths that nobody else can see unless it involves Ariella. So." Victor was being interrupted instantly. "If you can't see her path why are you here?" Arthur roared. "Enough." I snapped angrily. "I can see Hectors. I will know when he is not with her and where he is when he is not with her." He said. "Didn't you see Alexander taking Ariella's purity?" Maverick asked slowly. "When I am physically looking at the path yes I can see everything but unless Hector comes to me I can only see him when he's away from her." He said confidently.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

“You talk, you live. For now.” He spat at my feet. “Kill me. You won’t break me.” “You’re right,” I whispered. “I won’t.” I turned to Quinton. “Get Jareth.” Viktor’s eyes widened. “No. You wouldn’t dare—” “Try me,” I hissed. Jareth, our mind-reader and interrogator, was already on his way. I had summoned him before we even entered the dungeon. Viktor could play tough all he wanted. Everyone cracked eventually.

“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.

Same slightly slanted eyes although the Lycan’s were dark, almost black as was his hair. “Why are you here Darina?” he lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “I... umm… I wanted to meet you.” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. He inclined his head slightly and moved back, arms folded across his broad chest to examine me like an interesting insect. “You remember Anastasia of the of the Sacred Forest Pack?” Victor said. “Was I talking to you?” his head snapped to Victor’s direction and Victor immediately bowed his head in submission before his fierce aura. “Speak girl. Why do you want to meet me?”

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.