Hero Killer Victoria Novels & Stories

Queen Victoria replied in an angry tone while she was crying. It was true then. Queen Victoria actually killed King Zeus. The werewolves saw that she sucked him dry. They didn't see that King Zeus was bearing the pain worse than death. "I was captured by his brother. That same poison was in my body. So I died very soon. That monster! He abused my body when I died." Queen Victoria added in an angry tone.

"See you in hell, bitch!" Victoria stopped walking. She raised a single brow, slowly tilting her head to the side as she looked at him. Without a hint of hesitation, her hand moved down to her holster. Smoothly, she drew her weapon and aimed it straight between his eyes. The manager’s grin completely vanished. His eyes went wide as he stared down the barrel. "No—" "You won't see me in hell," Victoria said, her voice dropping into a deadly, flat register. "Cause I am hell."

“Business, Victoria. Besides, I'm the only one who can handle the tech you need to finish the job. Gerald knows that. Right, Gerald?” Gerald didn't look at him. He was too busy staring at me. “He’s a means to an end, Victoria. Just like you. We all want the same thing.” “Which is what?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “To see who can look the most like a background extra from an apocalypse movie?” Victoria’s eyes flashed. “We want you dead, Jacob. We want the Wolfe line ended. We want the city to see its 'Star of Valor' hero turned into a heap of meat.”

Victoria squirmed, her wound stretching painfully, and let out a soft, defeated moan. And then Jeniece did something that made my blood run cold—she reached out, gently wiping some of the blood from Victoria’s neck with her finger. Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she turned to the doll and poured the blood on the top of the hair. “And then,” she whispered, her voice soft but venomous, “I will kill him.” Victoria’s eyes widened, her face filled with a mix of terror and fury. “Why are you telling me this?” she spat, her voice hoarse and trembling. There was hatred in her words, but also fear.

It was the speed they had used in picking me up, cleaning my wounds, and setting me down on this soft, brown, comfy chair that threw me off. I was one step away from losing my finger, and then Tristan’s name was called, and suddenly I’m royalty? What the hell was going on?! “Go on, *héroe*,” Victoria swayed toward Luigi, her eyes now burning with rage instead of sarcasm. She threw him the knife. “Prove your big *cojones* and slit his throat since you’re so bold.” I turned sharply to her. What the fuck was she doing? Trying to kill me? At least minutes ago, these men were only after two fingers. Now I could hear them debating if killing me to hide their crime was the best solution.

she asked getting up and holding his hands in hers. “ It was her…Victoria. I mean I listened to her story about how she is alive and though it seems true, I didn’t know it at the time. Elora, that girl is dangerous. Just one prick from her claws can make you paralyzed.” “ Wait , youre saying that she attacked you?”

When we're in position, I kick in the office door with enough force to splinter the frame. Victoria spins around like a cornered animal, her makeup smeared, her hair wild, and her eyes burning with madness. She lunges for Harry before anyone can blink, cutting his restraints to the chair and hauling his small body against her chest as she presses a silver dagger to his throat. "Stay the fuck back!" she screams, spittle flying from her lips. "One more step and this little bastard dies!" “No, please don’t!” It’s Natalie behind me. Taking in the steps it would take for me to reach Victoria before she sinks that blade in Harry’s neck, I don’t think as I raise my hands and draw my weapon.

"I'm so sorry, honey... I didn't catch it properly and spilled the water. Honey, did you burn your hand? That water looked really hot." Her soft expression overlapped with the memory of her madness in my mind. The last time I had simply poured her a glass of water that was not exactly the 55 degrees she demanded, she had gone insane and tried to hack me with a kitchen knife. I stood there, frozen. Meanwhile, the live comments were flying across the screen. [Isn't this abuse? That water was hot enough to cook a steak!] [Even if Claire can't feel her legs, you can't just do that to her.]

The elders began a song, their voices soft until others joined, “There once was a girl, she was human in kind, stumbled upon us one day. She carried a basket, a cloak on her shoulder to keep out the chill of the day. Victor found her deep in our wood intrigued, he approached in fur she yelped and she jumped never before had she seen a wolf. In caution he stepped from the shadows Her fear had effected him too But her beauty had enamoured poor victor he wanted her for his own. He transformed right there

She sensed the bond shift with her, the way her body reacted as it never had before, the way Kenzo’s instincts bled into hers, the way his strength blended with hers, his speed, his control, his raw, merciless precision. She dodged the first strike. There was a counter before he could recover. Her claws dug into his throat, and she did not hesitate. She’d waited for years to pull the trigger. Years doubting. Years asking for permission. That girl was dead. Victoria did not murder for power. She did not kill for glory. She killed for survival. And now, in the battlefield her mother made, she knew only one of them would walk away from it alive.