Viktor X Reader Arcane Novels & Stories

“You talk, you live. For now.” He spat at my feet. “Kill me. You won’t break me.” “You’re right,” I whispered. “I won’t.” I turned to Quinton. “Get Jareth.” Viktor’s eyes widened. “No. You wouldn’t dare—” “Try me,” I hissed. Jareth, our mind-reader and interrogator, was already on his way. I had summoned him before we even entered the dungeon. Viktor could play tough all he wanted. Everyone cracked eventually.

**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.”

“Don’t speak.” He raised both hands slowly. “Wolf king, listen—” Wrong move. I lunged at him, swiping my claws at him. He vanished just as my claws slashed through the air where his throat had been. I turned fast, snapping my jaws at him, but he was gone again with inhuman speed. Viktor was an ancient vampire after all. “I don’t want to fight you,” Viktor said, his voice was calm and firm as he reappeared several feet away. “Aria is alive.”

She said looking away from him. “So you say that now.” Victor laughed. “We will see where this goes with you Anabel Knight, and then if I win well you’ll be mine. This is going to be interesting to see you fight this to the end, you only have until the blood moon and then you will lose control again.” He said walking over to his chair. “So you and Marcus actually had sex, yuck.” He said shaking his head. “That is probably why he feels the love for you, you two mixed Angel and Demon.”

Lyon whispered, his composure finally dissolving. "Then maintain your silence." As the Stormbreakers Team Bus rumbled to life and lurched out of the Pacific Ice Arena parking lot, Viktor’s fingers dipped into Lyon’s heat, probing past the entrance with a methodical precision. He used his thumb to pin down the most sensitive point, rolling it with agonizing slowness while sinking two fingers into the strategist, driving deep until he was anchored against the man's seat. "If we were back in the northern wastes," Viktor growled against Lyon’s ear, his breath hot and smelling of the wild, "If you were my mate there, I would not permit another Alpha to even cast a glance in your direction. Especi

But at the Villain. “…It’s you,” Aaron said softly. Victor’s lips curled. “Took you long enough.” Aaron didn’t flinch. “That thing inside you. It wasn’t new.” Victor rose slowly, step by step. His muscles rippled, drenched in shadow and moonlight. “No. It was never separate from me. The magic just… gave it form.” Aaron’s breath caught. Victor stepped forward, slick fingers reaching for Aaron’s throat, not to choke, but to hold. “You never let me touch you like this before.”

Sometimes Viktor would hear Erich coming back just as he was getting ready to go to bed, but just as often he would be woken later by his partner's drunken noises, or would not wake him up because he just wouldn't come back. Aside from Erich's growing self-pitying jealousy and resentment, at that time life really couldn't have been better for Viktor. At least that was until Inquisitor Felix Crissinger of the Imperial Inquisitoriun arrived in Genbofen. Not surprisingly, Viktor was studying at school at the time. He was well settled in his favorite musty library lair, inside one of the oak study booths that stood in the center of the high-ceilinged space, between groaning teak wood bookcases,

Viktor asked opening the rope of her cuffed hand and dragging her behind the couches. she didn't say anything looking at him while Xavier keep shouting, Viktor looked back then lean close to her face making her looked away. "Did you hear that.... I love this..... that pain, his begging is healing my pain...... but this is not enough....... I WANT MORE" Viktor said the last part in between his teeth. Before anyone could get the time to think anything, Everyone on heard the sound of glass breaking and at the same time the sound of Xavier scream at the top of his lungs.

The heat seeps through my thin shirt as he pins me there with his body, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Get off me,” I snap, shoving at his chest. He doesn’t budge. Instead he leans in, lips brushing my ear. “You smell like him. Like sex and gun oil. Did he fuck you after the torture room? Did you come while my man was still screaming?” Disgust rolls through me. I turn my face away. “Unlike you, Dante doesn’t need to kidnap women to get laid.” Viktor chuckles, pressing his hips forward so I feel how hard he is. “Maybe I just like the ones who fight back. Makes it sweeter when they finally beg.”

“And don’t try to lie to me. I’ll know.” The man swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “My name is Viktor,” he stammered, his gaze flickering nervously. “Viktor Novak.” Lucifer smirked, taking a step closer. “And how did Gregory Barysh find you, Viktor?” He paused, letting the question hang in the air. “How did he bring you into his twisted world?” Viktor hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “H-he found me years ago,” he finally answered, his voice trembling. “I was... desperate. Needed money. Gregory offered me a way out, a place in the Shadows.”