Romans & histoires Seres Victoria Hellsing

The dark silver serum coursing through his visible veins bubbled furiously, generating a localized bio-magnetic vacuum that made the air around him ripple with dark, negative electricity. Victor didn't look at the crowd. His crimson eyes locked directly onto Rhys, his mechanical jaw clicking open to release a harsh, synthesized hiss. "Family reunion," Victor rasping, his voice layered with metallic distortion. "You wear our lineage's core, half-breed. Today, I tear it out of your ribs." "Step into the cage and try," Rhys growled, his voice dropping into that deep, terrifying Alpha register that vibrated right through the steel deck beneath their boots.

The combat knife was still tightly gripped in her fist, dripping thick, dark crimson from Silas’s severed throat. The woman in the immaculate white winter coat let out a cold, melodic laugh. "Such fierce loyalty for a dead man," she purred, her icy blue eyes—a terrifying, identical mirror of Julian’s—sweeping over the bloodbath with absolute aristocratic disdain. "I am Victoria Sterling. And you, little girl, are standing on my throne." "He is not dead!" Isabella shrieked, her voice cracking with raw, unadulterated agony as she desperately pressed her heel against Julian's heavy leg, refusing to accept the catastrophic silence of his chest.

She walks over to the curtains, and she draws them up, which barely does anything to the room because there’s no sun in this kingdom. After opening up all the curtains, she stands in front of me with a grin on her face. “I am Victoria Smirnov, and since Lissa will not be available. May she rest well in the afterlife. I will be your new handmaid.” “Oh,” I say, and while she was speaking, I had the duvet wrapped around my body like I’m nude underneath the covers. My panties are down. “Nice to meet you,” I say to her. She’s older than Lissa, she’s tall, and slim like most vampires, raven dark hair, diamond-shaped face and a motherly smile.

“Careful, old man. That’s my woman you’re speaking to.” Victor laughed—a weak, bitter sound that turned into a cough. “Your woman? She’s a Voss. Blood before everything. I built this empire with blood and sacrifice. And you…” He looked at Sera with pure contempt. “You’re throwing it away for his cock.” The words cut deep. Sera stood, trembling. “You never believed in me until you had no choice. Lucien sees me. He challenges me. He makes me stronger.” Victor’s monitors started beeping faster. “Then you’re no daughter of mine.”

Mira's POV The White Coven: The heavy wind blew across my hair as I pushed the door's handle. The chimes jiggled loudly. I stepped in and all the women stopped chanting. Their dark clothes make everything eerie. Their heads suddenly turned to look at me. I stood still and noticed her, the high priestess at the altar. She raised her head revealing her dark shoulder length hair and thick eye liner. “Mira Alexander!!!” She yelled. I shuddered at the tone of her voice. She just had to be that loud. “Yes, priestess.”

"She says her name is Victoria Sterling. She's a member of the Vampire Council." Damon exchanged a look with Marcus. Victoria Sterling was one of the most powerful vampires in existence, a pureblood who sat on the ruling council of the Crimson Court. Her presence here could mean only one thing—trouble. "Show her to the meeting room," Damon said, his voice hard. "And alert the pack warriors. We may need them."

before eating their meals and drinking the blood that I had prepared. "So have you come to your senses, and are you finally ready to accept the Lady of the North Sebastian?" Young mistress Victoria asked, holding the wine glass and playing with it before finally taking a sip of blood. Young Master Victor just asked for more blood, and I refilled his cup before responding. "No. I would never do such a thing." I grimaced and furrowed my eyebrows. I suddenly felt a dangerous presence behind my back, as if wanting to kill me right this very instant, and I just knew it was Lord Vladimyr.

Touch my mate, and I will kill you. "I...I am Victoria. The high witch! Orora is my friend!" "You are Collen's mate. The reason why we had this battle!" Victoria gulped at Ruben's words as she looked down on the ground. "If something worse happens to her, you are going to pay!"

The hall was too large, Victoria’s attack too widespread. Six wolves fell, their bodies convulsing as dark magic consumed them from within. “Stop!” I screamed. “You are killing your own people!” “They stopped being my people when they betrayed me!” Victoria’s eyes glowed red, just like Morgana’s had. She had gone too far into darkness. There was no reasoning with her now. I had to end this quickly before more died. I gathered my power and struck, silver light lancing toward Victoria. But Marcus intercepted it, his own magic creating a shield. I had not known he could use magic at all.

The presence here is so heavy, so I am becoming too nervous right now. I was just standing in front, looking around, waiting for something to happen. I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor."