Viktor X Reader Arcane Novels & Stories

“Dates don’t make sense. You can’t have been in business meetings in the 1800s Viktor. What the fuck are you?” He stood up slowly and came behind me, hands gripping my hips. “You already know the answer in your gut. I’m not like other men. I’ve walked this earth for centuries. Blood keeps me young, and power keeps me alive.” My heart pounded but my pussy clenched hard around nothing. I should have been terrified. Instead I was getting wet again. “So you drink blood… you kill people. And I just let you cum inside me like a stupid slut.” Viktor spun me around and lifted me onto the big wooden desk, spreading my thighs wide. “Not stupid Raven. Hungry, just like me.”

If not for that jerk I feel like strangling him. My ex-fiance looked surprised. The other man joined in and stood beside Xavier. I wondered why he was here, wasn't Xavier the boss here. He looked at me lust filling his red eyes. He was handsome. He faced me and stretched his hand to caress my hair. I moved away silently hoping to get away from these two and live my life just like before. What had I done in my past life to deserve this? Kidnapped twice, involved in relationships with good for nothing jerks and involved in their silly fights. I wonder why they hate him so much. I don't like him either at least I have a reason to. I hate that jerk....ugh how could he do that to me and I am neve

Scarlett asked. "When I found out that Viggo was a werewolf, combined with his initial intentions towards Karina, I felt that your matters were not something that could be understood with human reasoning," Xavier explained. Xavier then gazed intensely at Viggo, "So, I read Scarlett's novel and compared it with Greek mythology, which mentioned your existence. The result? It matched," Xavier continued. Scarlett was astonished to hear that. She hadn't expected anyone as brilliant as Xavier to be able to guess their existence.

So he entered the car and kickstarted the car but I turned off the ignition. "Hey don't give me another stare or I will eat you up," I said as he laughed at me, which made me angry. " For goodness sake who the fuck are you?". So he smiled at me saying, "Well, I am Xavier, Lord of the Lycans". I wished at that moment the ground could open up to swallow me, I can't believe I just made out with a Lycan, a Lord at that, Jeez... I began to shiver in fear as we drove off. So he dropped me off at a hotel and paid the bills for the night.

Looking at her I gave her an evil eye, still not sure why she was still here. Not taking my hand, my mate introduces himself, “I am Alpha Jared Montgomery from the Black Shadow Pack. Who were you dancing with? His scent is all over you,” he says angrily. Smiling I nod, “he’s just a good friend of mine, he was kind enough to ask me to dance, while I waited to meet you,” I said softly. “Of course, I can’t miss her scent all over you,” I say.

And I've to continue this until my time of matching with my mate doesn't come And the most upsetting part is I don't get to eat any single piece of bread if I don't cooperate with my brother with his training. My brother Victor is a robust, strong, and eligible werewolf among our pack. And he is not my blood-related brother but he is my cousin brother by relationship. Cause he is the son of my aunt Camilia Jones and he is in charge of giving me the training because his mother insisted him to do so After I got out after finishing the training session, I happen to pass by my father Humphrey D. Jones, and my aunt Camilia. I don't w what he was doing here

he sounded puzzled at that. I puzzled at that too. If no one was hurt... "That meant there was no fight?" Vaughan was about to reply but was quickly cut off by the doors flying open. Chills slid down my spine. Out walked a smirking Vladimir. I recognized him as the vampire who'd taken Eunice. Tall, amber eyed and with long black hair secured in a queue. He would've looked striking if it weren't for the deep scar running down the left side of his face.

Because I —" The words stuck in my throat, too weighty, too frail. His eyes widened, as comprehension dawned through the cloud of his suffering. "Kyara…" Before I could respond, a chilling chuckle resonated across the cavern, piercing through the delicate moment like a sword. "Touching," Victor drawled as he emerged from the shadows, his golden eyes glittering with wicked glee. "Truly, I am moved. But I can't let this little romance interfere with my plans.

Same slightly slanted eyes although the Lycan’s were dark, almost black as was his hair. “Why are you here Darina?” he lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “I... umm… I wanted to meet you.” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. He inclined his head slightly and moved back, arms folded across his broad chest to examine me like an interesting insect. “You remember Anastasia of the of the Sacred Forest Pack?” Victor said. “Was I talking to you?” his head snapped to Victor’s direction and Victor immediately bowed his head in submission before his fierce aura. “Speak girl. Why do you want to meet me?”

Viktor’s expression didn’t change — but something cold flickered behind his eyes. “Oh, I hope he does.” Elena swallowed the wave of fear rising in her throat. Do not give him fear. Do not give him tears. She straightened in the chair as much as she could. “This isn’t about me.” “Everything is about you,” Viktor corrected softly. “You just don’t understand how much.” He stood and began pacing slowly in front of her. “Do you know how long I’ve studied him?” he continued. “Adrien D’Angelo. The ghost of the underworld. Untouchable. Unbreakable.”