Viktor Machine Herald Arcane Novels & Stories

— was already pulling something from his pocket. A silver pendant caught the light, covered in symbols that matched the ones from those prophecy pages perfectly. The moment it appeared, my magic went crazy. It was like having a tuning fork struck inside my soul. From the way the wolves' ears twitched, they could hear something too. “My name is Victor,” the vampire said calmly, “and I've been searching for you for a very long time, Aria.” Through our mate bond, I felt Kane and Zane's confusion and protective fury swirling with my own turbulent emotions. The pendant kept humming, making it hard to think straight.

Helena’s glowed soft green. Healing magic. The freed cult victims showed grays. Still tainted. And Aldric’s tent… “Do you see it?” Erica asked. I did. Oh, I did. Aldric’s aura had layers. On the surface: gold. Loyalty. Family. Purpose. But underneath, faint and hidden, something else pulsed. Dark red. Almost black. Hungry. Exactly like Seraphine’s had been. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed. Erica let go.

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

“The observers have just arrived, my lord. They brought something… special.” With a wave of his hand, Malachar summoned the three beings. They materialized in the center of the room, kneeling. The black glass vial floated to the table, landing in front of Vortigern. Inside it, the liquid shimmered with iridescent shades of gold, silver, and crimson — the combined essence of Irmak and the twin dragons. Malachar snapped his fingers. A crystal sphere appeared above the table, projecting perfect holographic images of the scene in the forest.

Zara’s breath caught. Victor Vale. He stood beyond the chaos, untouched in a black coat, watching like a priest at a sacrifice. His smile was calm, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I told you,” he called out, voice steady. “He can’t protect you forever, girl.” Maxim froze mid-strike. Victor smiled. “Do it,” he ordered. Kieran obeyed. From behind him, a glyph flared—red and ancient, carved in cursed blood. A summoning seal.

Victor’s breath hitched as his eyes rolled back for a beat, then snapped open again—lucid, ragged, gold-rimmed. “More…” he rasped. “I will give more.” He shifted his weight and pressed both palms flat against the altar's surface. The cold should have seared, but he was beyond sensation. His hands trembled as he carved a jagged sigil with one claw into the stone—a symbol long buried, long forbidden. Blood from his split knuckles dripped into the carving, pooling, then vanishing as if the altar drank it. A wind rose in the sanctum where there should have been none. Candles guttered. Shadows writhed like worms beneath the ceiling. And something ancient stirred.

He nods before he places it inside a velvet bag and passes it to me again. “There’s an odd inscription on it - did you see? The letter V with some Latin underneath,” Arkyn says. “'si vis pacem, para bellum'; any idea what it means?” I scoff and shake my head at the pretentious line. “‘If you want peace, prepare for war,’ sounds like a new guild to me. The V I’m not so sure about, have you pissed off any families whose last name starts with the letter?” “Apart from my father-in-law?” he chuckles. “No, not at all. Then again, we all thought your mother got rid of all the hunters. Perhaps it's a descendant seeking vengeance.”

"See what's coming." It flipped again. Now Viktor was there tall, dark hair, those creepy ice-blue eyes full of greed. He was in the sacred clearing, arms up, black smoke twisting around his hands. And he was holding something that froze me solid. An old piece of parchment, faded, with handwriting I knew by heart. My mom's. "The Laurent twins," his voice boomed around me. "Born minutes apart. Split up to keep them safe. Such a shame their mother's sacrifice goes to waste."

were pressed onto the halberd. At this point, the intensity of the halberd's glow had at least doubled. Anna thought the halberd now looked even cooler. But Victor didn't care about its glowing effect. What Victor cared about was the stats. - [Pulse Halberd (Legendary) +6] [Combat Power +2100] [Equipping Requirement: Mech Combat Power 2000] - A feeling named joy erupted within Victor. A single Legendary weapon provided almost as much combat power as all the other equipment on his mech combined.