Hero Killer Victoria Novels & Stories

"Bishop is going to place his mark on your little whore, and I'll be here watching you die from the pain." "If you value your life, you better run." Bishop said calmly, his voice cold as ice. "Run she-wolf, because when I get out of here, you will be the first one to die a slow painful death." "Keep on dreaming." Victoria said, but there was fear in her eyes, one that didn't go unnoticed by Henry. She knew what he was capable of doing. She had seen how he killed Amelia without hesitation. Kicking the bucket towards him, she turned and stormed out of the dungeon.

5 VIKTOR I watched her closely, marveling at the transformation. This wasn’t the woman sent to destroy me. This was something else—something darker. Her first kill was clumsy, but effective. The blade wavered before she found her rhythm, but once she did, she carved out a piece of herself and left it bleeding on the floor with the corpse. I knew then that she was mine, wholly and irrevocably. She didn’t flinch when the blood spattered on her face, didn’t turn away when the man’s eyes dimmed to nothing.

“Tutto pulito, capo. Telecamere spente nel raggio di quattro isolati. Il corpo di Victoria è nel vicolo dietro il Noir, ago nel braccio, overdose da manuale. I tossici del posto stanno già prendendo tutto quello che ha addosso. Domani sarà solo un’ altra bianca morta in un vicolo. Zero tracce.” Translation: It’s all clean, boss. The cameras were turned off with a radius of four blocks. Victoria’s body is in the alley behind Noir, with a needle in the arm, and a textbook of overdose. The junkies are already stripping her and by tomorrow she’ll just be another dead white girl in an alley. Zero traced back to you. My stomach dropped through the floor of the car. Victoria—a woman! So he hadn’t c

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

"I think that deep down, you're just like the rest of us. A killer. You won't hesitate to betray them, and you won't care as much as they do. If you find out that either of them was involved in the murder of your parents, you'll kill that person without remorse. That's the type of person you are, Edna. You don't care about anyone but yourself." I could feel my heart racing as her words sunk in. Was she right? Was I really that cold-blooded? I tried to push the thought away, but it lingered at the back of my mind, nagging at me. "But mark my words, Edna," Victoria continued, her voice dripping with venom. "If you try to kill Derek, I will not, and I mean, will not hesitate to kill you. And I

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

I'd rather it been sooner than later. Alpha Evan slowed down as we neared a gated fence. The guard on duty stood to attention, almost as if he'd been waiting for us to arrive and hurriedly opened the doors. A cobblestone pathway lead to a circular driveway in front of which stood a larger than life Victorian style villa, painted an off white, giving it a royal look. The previous Alpha had definitely been loaded if this was their pack house. "Here we are," Alpha Evan muttered, giving me a sidelong glance.

She cackled, making Nick’s blood boil. “What are you going to do to my daughter and i?” He asks. “Nothing much actually. I’m just gonna play with you for a while before I kill you, and I’ll sell your daughter. She’s pretty cute, just like her mother.” She replies casually. “You bitch! Do not touch my daughter, else I’ll make sure you pay?” Victoria laughs, “Do you mean before or after I kill you? And calm down, I’m not killing her or harming her, I’m just selling her. Boys!” She yells, her face emotionless as a group of four men run in, “Give him a taste of hell.”

Just let me stay by your side and care for you. "Caleb, you won't leave me, right?" she pleaded through tears. I grabbed her neck and lifted her up. "Look carefully, Clara Garnett. I'm not Caleb. I'm Leon Marshall - the man you killed and I’m back for revenge."

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.