Viktor Arcane X Reader Novels & Stories

“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.

Viktor’s expression didn’t change — but something cold flickered behind his eyes. “Oh, I hope he does.” Elena swallowed the wave of fear rising in her throat. Do not give him fear. Do not give him tears. She straightened in the chair as much as she could. “This isn’t about me.” “Everything is about you,” Viktor corrected softly. “You just don’t understand how much.” He stood and began pacing slowly in front of her. “Do you know how long I’ve studied him?” he continued. “Adrien D’Angelo. The ghost of the underworld. Untouchable. Unbreakable.”

The shadows seemed to dance around him, emphasizing the twisted contours of his expression. "Your king, Liam, seeks knowledge, seeks power," he continued, his words weaving a tapestry of mystique. "And in this pursuit, he has inadvertently unleashed forces that defy mortal comprehension." I tightened my grip on the torch, trying to maintain composure. The wizard's words resonated with a cryptic weight, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive. The wizard's eerie laughter reverberated in the dimly lit chamber as I staggered backward, my grip faltering, and the torch clattering to the ground.

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Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

/“Anyone stabbed with it, gets sent directly to my father, Raerin’s, Firepit without a chance at reincarnation.” Holy shit, Tiarin’s father is the King of what mortals would call Hell? I hide my awe and focus on the way my brothers are torturing Vanya before running her through with the dagger. The look of peace crosses Kai’s face and I watch as his eyes turn glassy. He breathes out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That was for you, Viktor,” he whispers, but no one else can hear him. The scene falls away and my heart feels full. Years after my death he still thought about getting vengeance for what Vanya did to me and Ilya. I wish I could embrace him and say thank you, but all I c

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

he sounded puzzled at that. I puzzled at that too. If no one was hurt... "That meant there was no fight?" Vaughan was about to reply but was quickly cut off by the doors flying open. Chills slid down my spine. Out walked a smirking Vladimir. I recognized him as the vampire who'd taken Eunice. Tall, amber eyed and with long black hair secured in a queue. He would've looked striking if it weren't for the deep scar running down the left side of his face.

His breathing slows and his eyes search mine like he’s trying to find a joke hidden somewhere in my expression but I don’t give him one. The silence stretches again and then he lets out a small, disbelieving breath. Almost a laugh. “You’re actually serious,” he murmurs, like it’s the most impossible conclusion he’s ever reached. I don’t answer because I am and Edric Vale, human dancer of Luna Noir, lies in my bed staring at me like I’ve just rewritten his reality. He shakes his head slowly, as if refusing to let it settle. “This has to be some kind of trick,” he says softly.

“You’re right, I am no gentleman, I haven't told you otherwise. And I have no interest in any ‘price,’ Kari.” He shrugged, “I simply don't want you to ruin your life because of a cur like Titan.” “How do you know Titan?” I asked, feeling a bit foolish for not asking him that earlier. He was obviously a werewolf, I could immediately tell the instant his hands wrapped around my waist as he lifted me off the ledge of that bridge. Viktor stood and walked to a cupboard, pulling out a bottle of amber liquid and a single glass. He poured a measure and handed it to me. “Are you with child?”