Viktor X Reader Arcane Novels & Stories

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

Xander was getting his car inside, and he wanted to see Mom so we went inside the house together. As the two of us entered, we saw Mim facing a man in the living room. The man stood up quickly when Xander and I stabbed him. My eyes widened when I saw the man, Viktor! "Erica!" Viktor shouted at me. I could not move. My whole body stiffened, as if I had seen a ghost, and as if I had been drenched in cold water on my stand. My heartbeat quickened as if it were racing. Viktor quickly hugged me tightly and there my trance returned.

The golden fire in his eyes burned with absolute, possessive victory. "Well, well," Lucien rumbled, taking a slow, heavy step toward me, his Alpha presence saturating the room so intensely that the air felt thick enough to choke on. "The delicate little rogue designer is actually the most dangerous hacker in the entire fantasy world. You lied to my face, Xender." "I did what I had to do to survive," I growled, baring my sharp fangs as I took a defensive stance, my hand dropping to the silver hilt of my dagger. "Now back off, Varkane."

“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.

He led me through the crowd, introducing me to various members of the sect. “Aryn, you remember Viktor, don’t you?” Dimitri said, pulling me towards a man with a scarred face and eyes that held no warmth. Viktor was a brute, a loyal dog to Dimitri, and one of the few who had ever given me a run for my money in a fight. “Viktor,” I said, my voice flat. I didn’t offer my hand. He chuckled, a gravelly sound. “The Ghost. I heard you were pushing daisies. Good to see you’re still kicking, girl.” His eyes raked over me, a familiar, unsettling appraisal. “Looks like Dimitri’s got you on a tighter leash now.”

⸻ Dante looked horrified. “So there are secretly evil ancient murder wolves just… walking around?” ⸻ “Yes,” Kael muttered darkly. “That appears to be exactly what she’s saying.” ⸻ Amara’s chest tightened painfully. ⸻ Then one horrifying thought hit her. ⸻ “…Victor.” ⸻ Selene looked away. Which was answer enough. ⸻ Lucian’s expression turned murderous instantly. ⸻ “Victor is Blackthorne.” ⸻

Elara gasped in total surrender. With one powerful, merciless thrust, Xavier buried himself completely inside her. Elara’s eyes widened, her breath hitched as the suffocating yet exquisite fullness hit her. Xavier gave her no time to adapt. He immediately moved with a wild, primitive rhythm. Every thrust felt like a proclamation of power. He wasn't just touching her body; he seemed to want to possess her soul, erasing every trace of Maximilian from her being. Elara cried out as Xavier accelerated the pace, every hit reaching the deepest point that made her lose all sanity.

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

"Ahem! Ahem! I hope I am not interrupting something." Miss Azrael, one of the strongest witches of the strongest witch clan was standing there, looking smilingly at us, or should I say, at my mate to be precise. 'What the hell is this all about?' I thought as I Involuntarily pulled Victoria closer to me.

Alarick threw the picture of Xander that he had torn into small pieces at Xevia's face. "I didn't keep it, it was just accidentally carried in my wallet. That's all..." Xevia defended herself. "Aaaaa... "Alarick pulled Xevia's long hair roughly, "you don't dare to lie to me once-" "No, Alarick. I'm not lying, please let go of your hand, it hurts Alarick..." With tears in her eyes the girl asked for Alarick's forgiveness. "You should be taught a lesson!" Alarick removed Xevia's clothes roughly, laying the girl down forcefully even though she had begged Alarick not to do so. Because she was in great pain. Her lower abdomen to her sensitive area felt painful as Alarick forcefully inserted himse