Viktor Machine Herald Arcane Novels & Stories

Very nice. I went back to grab my suya and I handed the aboki a one thousand naira note. Then I collected my change and sat on a bench. I sipped from the yoghurt and took another piece of meat. Very spicy. Too spicy. I gulped from my yoghurt and took a deep breath. “Anna” a familiar voice mentioned, the voice seemed very familiar. In front of me was Romeo?! I was shocked, despite what I did that day? He was talking to me.

-(What Aaron said) "I summon the lord of Magic, Valac, may thy magic run through me." -(English Interpretation) He yelled aggressively as the right arm of his was engulfed by dark red flames, signifying the presence of Valac. "From thy slumbers, awake, battle by my side Mistress." Said Aaron.

“We still don’t know where the Harbinger went. Or how far the cult’s reach is.” “We’ll face it,” he said. “Together.” Behind them, Kaelen’s voice echoed from the keep. “Aria! You’re needed in the war room.” Aria sighed, stepping back. “So much for a moment.” Varek caught her hand before she turned. “One more thing,” he said. “What?” He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small silver ring—engraved with a crescent moon, the symbol of her bloodline. “It’s not magic,” he said. “It won’t bind you or control you. But it’s mine. I had it made the night we first touched minds. When I knew.”

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

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

Zadicus called, sharing the reason why exactly he used this ancient sword. “What…?” Katastrofi was taken aback as no human was able to withstand this spell before. “You can’t use this, you will die.” Katastrofi informed Zadicus but he was determined and began to cast the name of twelve relics. “Darkened Vision.” He opened the first gate, and an obsidian appeared on top of him, representing the first relic. “No..” Katastrofi moved back but Zadicus began to attack him with double force he was using before and Katastrofi countered it easily for now.

"You will not take another step." Victor's agents hesitated, casting uncertain glances at their leader. But Victor's resolve remained unshaken, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity. "You don't understand, Sorin," Victor growled, his voice low and menacing. "These artifacts are not just relics of the past. They hold the key to unlocking the future—a future where I hold the reins of power." With a sudden burst of energy, the artifact in my hand emitted a blinding light, enveloping the cavern in a dazzling display of brilliance. Shadows danced across the walls, mingling with echoes of ancient whispers that reverberated through the chamber.

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

He had this made. With a reverence Davidson had never seen in him, Brian opened the box slowly. Nested in on a bed of faded black velvet was a signet ring. It was heavy, masculine, made of a dark, almost blackened gold. Its face was not stamped with a corporate logo or some modern motif, but with an ornate, savage-looking crest: a hawk in flight, grasping a single, barbed arrow in its claws. Underneath it, in Latin, was a motto: **Sola Virtus Invicta **– "Virtue Alone Unconquered." The irony of the motto, given their circumstances, was not lost on Davidson.