Viktor Machine Herald Arcane Novels & Stories

He said pointing to Anabel. “Oh wow she looks just like Hecta.” Draven said touching her face. “This one still has the symbols?” he asked confused. “Yes.” Victor said clearing his throat. “I am not sure why they are coming back, Marcus completed that part of the spell and it didn’t fail.” He said shrugging his shoulders. “That is why I brought her here, I want to see what you think?” “Well the ritual should work.” He said sighing. “I just don’t know about these symbols, has she been around the Angels lately?” he said looking at Marcus.

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

They moved aside to give me access. A dagger was buried into the ground, pinning a piece of parchment beneath it. The parchment was stained with blood. I ripped it free and unfolded it. "You thought you were the hunter. But now, you have become the hunted. If you want your precious armor, come and find me. - Viktor" I folded the paper and put it in my pocket.. Viktor. So Viktor has the armour? His intention, of course, is obvious. Who wouldn't want to be the king and have the primordial mate?

"Marcus is helping her. They're going to use Elias as bait for Amara." Viktor's eyes narrowed. "Then we need to get to Elias before Amara comes. If the Mother gets both of them, it's over." "How do we fight her?" I asked. "She's too powerful." Viktor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal object—a key unlike any I'd seen before. It was made of some dark metal with strange symbols cut into it. "With this," he said. "The key to the Binding Grimoire. It can lock away her power."

He doesn't even look one of them or perhaps it is one of the illusions they play in front of outsiders. He nods his head and again stand up on his feet.I streal a glance of the table.The other ministers are throwing him murderous glares whereas Viktor has a pride look on his face as he signals Hercules to occupy his seat. "Hercules has abilities to defeat the strongest opponent in the battlefield. He possessed your body to kill that pathetic hybrid on my order."Viktor's information shakes me to the core.I again take a glance at Hercules whose eyes are still on me. "And from now on he will be your protector in the mortal world.I can not risk the life of my grandson and the heir of my throne.Y

It left faint glowing trails before absorbing into their skin. I moved along the platform’s perimeter, brushing the water outward in wide arcs. Each motion deliberate. Each blessing spoken clearly. “Be purified of ill intent.” I flickered towards the north and south. “Be shielded from unseen harm.” I flickered towards the east and west. “Be strengthened in body and spirit.” When I reached Viktor, I paused only briefly. Up close, he seemed even larger, like some immovable force clad in red fur and black ceremonial armor. The golden crown glinted against his dark hair. His crimson eyes did not waver from mine.

The Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was the most dreaded manifestation among arcane seekers. Even an Arcane High Priest wouldn't dare take it lightly. Once someone entered the manifestation, it would shift according to the conjurer's will, and escape was only possible by breaking it from within. Such an ancient manifestation was beyond anyone's knowledge, except for those few from the Dracotigris Order, Suncrest Sect, and Greenshade Guild who were just as old and close to death as Tobias was.

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

He suddenly held out his unnoticed sword and I recognized it immediately. That was the Dracon black magic sword. Even if I do not know much about these things, I could still remember the teaching I had on this weapon. The sword was similar to the scared knife that was in our kingdom's treasure room. The sword is poisonous and also had some sort of black magic invoked in it. Once it touches a body, the poison is automatically transferred into such body and when it touches a supernatural being, the being fades away. "Kenzie, be careful of that sword." Morgan warned.

I enter this room with Arthur, his eyes telling me it is gonna be fine but I really hate the needles. “I’m sorry, but I really afraid to do everything with needles in it, can you please accompanying me while the doctor takes my blood?” I asked Arthur and hoping he wouldn’t reject it. “Sure, you can hold my hand if it’s too hard for you to face alone. I don’t mind” he replied without any doubt. “But please, consider Vincent’s feeling, he seems to want to help but you implicitly always reject it” he whispers. I was surprised for a moment before saying that I will not explicitly show it again.