Viktor X Reader Arcane Novels & Stories

"You don’t get to control me, Viktor." His face grew serious. "Amara" I snarled, "You're nothing but a parasite." "And I’m done letting you feed on me!" My body began to warm up, starting in my chest. The darkness flinched. Viktor took a step back and snarled. "No!" I stood erect, radiating light. "You lose, Viktor." I held up my hands as he lunged. The darkness was broken by a brilliant flash. Viktor's cry reverberated as he vanished into thin air.

“Hell no. I haven’t seen you all day. You can go to the bookstore tomorrow.” Rosemarie rolls her eyes at Viktor. “Fine.” “Don’t ‘fine’ me, my love. I’ll spank you.” “I’m going to my place,” I mutter, quickly walking away before I see something no amount of acid will wash from my eyes. “Xander,” Viktor calls out. “See if you can find dirt on Brayden Kelly that we can use against him.” “Will do,” I reply. Entering my cottage, I head to my office, where Viktor had an impressive computer system installed. When we have a quiet day, he’s teaching me how to hack into shit.

Then the Alpha starts kissing the Omega’s jawline, and the shell of her ear. “W-What are you doing?” Ariadne's voice is shaky. “Making you feel good,” Victor huffs. “Don’t worry. I won’t mark you. I promise.” “Oh,” Ariadne flushes. Conflict sits in her eyes as Victor slowly works her over. The Alpha wants her to come undone. Ariadne throws her arms around Victor's back. They’re so close now, with no space between them. Just two people rocking against one another. Ariadne turns her face away, focusing on the wall. Her eyes are all glittery. She likes this, why can’t she just enjoy it?

It was a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of what had just transpired between us. I swallowed hard, attempting to regain my composure, though my trembling body and flushed cheeks betrayed my true feelings. "Xavier," I began, my voice unsteady, "what was that?" He grinned, his gaze filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. "That," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, "was just a taste of what's to come, Arcane."

DOMINIC “I’m sorry, but please explain this to me, Dad,” Viktor said, his voice low and tightly controlled. “How, in the name of motherfucking Christ, did a dead man crawl out of his grave and decide to come after us?” He looked ready to explode, despite the mask of calm he wore. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with restrained fury. A tidal wave of new information had just slammed into us—Viktor, Marco, Aurora, and me—and we sat there, trying to process it all with dumbstruck minds.

“Just like that…” They hadn’t noticed me yet. I stood in the doorway, watching my brother fuck the woman I was obsessed with, her perfect body moving with shameless need. My cock hardened instantly. I closed the door behind me with a soft click. Elara’s eyes snapped open, locking onto mine with that bold, hungry look I craved. “Victor,” she breathed, not stopping her movements. “Come here.” I crossed the room in seconds, shedding my shirt and pants. Elara leaned forward, kissing me deeply while continuing to ride Damien. I tangled my hand in her hair and claimed her mouth, tasting both her and my brother on her tongue.

"She came in contact with a shentuka a few weeks ago, and was unharmed. That's a big indication that she's not ordinary." "It was just one, wasn't it? Warriors were on their way which scared it off," Xavier said, folding his arms. Violet didn't look like a supernatural. The only thing supernatural about her was her peculiar eye color. A magnetic shade of violet that felt like drawing him in no matter how much he resisted.

Xavier said. "Vito," Angelica said, her face lighting up. "Who's Vito?" I asked, confused. I had never heard of him before. "Axel's Beta," Angelica said, snickering behind her hand. Why was she acting so weirdly all of a sudden? "And his older half-brother from his mother's side," Xavier said. "He is a full-blood warlock." I shivered. I have never been very fond of witches and warlocks. They were not to be trusted.

“I don’t care what prophecy says. I don’t care what the Goddess demands. I will tear apart every forbidden archive in this temple if I have to.” My chest tightened painfully. I had never seen my best friend act like this in a long time. Not from that night she found out that her parents had died. “Viv—” The door creaked open. Both of us turned towards the door. It was Viktor, standing at the entrance with his hands clenched at his sides. He filled the doorway like a shadow with his broad shoulders, dark hair slightly disheveled, crimson eyes sharp and unreadable. He heard us.

Looked at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. The flight. The time difference. The heavy feeling in his chest that wouldn't go away. But he was here. Working. Being himself again. This was good. This was what he needed. A man appeared behind him. Older. Fifties maybe. Well dressed. Sharp eyes. Kyrian recognized him from the photos his agent sent. Viktor Sorel. "Kyrian Volkov," Viktor said. His accent was thick. Russian. "Finally. In person."