Viktor Machine Herald Arcane Novels & Stories

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

The General mused and read the first chapter of the story projected on the wall. The Blitzkrieg is a bitch. And the people hunting them are fucked up assholes with crystals--- the color of moss. Hestia, the ultimate tyrant, has the power to make everyone obey her every command. And her best friend, Hera, can erect impenetrable walls that can withstand nuclear explosions. Together they're unstoppable. Thankfully, they're not evil. "He's no poet," the General commented. Fulgar laughed. "You see, sir," said Fulgar. "He knew about the Altarian hunters and the theory of their tracking method. There's also the fact that two more had joined their ranks, a girl who can teleport instantly and another

"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.

The moment he had been waiting for had arrived – the opportunity to drain Aeron's powers and ascend to unimaginable heights of strength. With a deliberate flourish, Augustine activated the machine. The hum of electricity filled the air, and an eerie glow emanated from the intricate apparatus. The room pulsed with a malevolent energy, casting shadows that danced in anticipation. As the machine whirred to life, a beam of light materialized, aiming directly at Aeron's forehead.

The surrounding enemies falter, their terror apparent as they catch glimpses of the unleashed blue wolf, a symbol of untamed power. Aria's grandfather, Mtungagore, the Azanian warlock, recognizes the urgency of the situation. As a guardian and ally, he understands the gravity of protecting me and Summer from further harm. With a flick of his aged hand, he deploys his expertise, creating intricate barriers that prove impenetrable to Vornt's minions.

Nicolai yelled at him but he just shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't fall for a friend." He then said. "Better be! Because I already have someone I like." Nicolai answered while smiling. "Oh? Who is it then?" "Can't tell you." "It's Jeon. I know." He said sparingly. Again, Nicolai is coughing again. Jeon, is one of their close friend, a Korean national like Nicolai. Nicolai is basically half blood tho. "H-How did you know?"

--- Hunters’ Headquarters Security Level A. Deep beneath Valenfort, Alaric Graves stood before a massive machine sheathed in silver. Ancient vampiric script was engraved along its flank: Seraphim The Flame of the Holy Blood. An elderly engineer, hands trembling as he wired the energy conduits, said, “Sir… Seraphim has never been tested. It… it uses anti‑matter holy energy. If activated, not only vampires but humans with mixed bloodlines will” “Silence.” Alaric cut him off coldly. “This world has gone past its limit. If I must burn the city to end the cursed line, I will.”

His chest was very tight as if the juice of his life sucked by unwillingness. Viktor, the little boy, stood proudly and became the first person to shovel dirt to cover his father's grave. The rest of Vasilio's men followed until the tomb formed a high mound. A large black stone stuck at the far left of the mound, right at Vasilio's head. On the stone, the name Vasilio Heraksel is engraved. 'His Majesty and Immortal Vasilio Heraksel: Lord of the dark magicians, father of the young master Viktor friz Heraksel, lover of the goddess Arlcia. Rest in peace and live happily up there.

Behind them, his warriors spread out, their figures dissolving into the swirling mist like ghosts. At the clearing’s center stood Marcus, a gaunt silhouette bent over a ritual circle carved into the cracked stone floor. The symbols etched there pulsed with a sickly green light, casting an eerie sheen across his angular, hollowed face. Rogues flanked him, their claws glinting like polished steel, their eyes burning with feral hunger. Aria’s gaze darted to the altar at the circle’s heart—a weathered slab of stone, its surface engraved with a crescent moon pierced by a fang. It mirrored the mark branded on Rollan’s tiny arm, a symbol that had haunted her since Victor’s betrayal seared it into h