Vance X Bruce Novels & Stories

I’m getting there, Starfish, we have a breach on the eastern side of the territory. Euan and I are surrounded. I love you. I say before cutting the mind link. You ready for this Junie? Ready whenever you are Covey. It’s time to kick some rogue ass.

If it had, this guy definitely set the bar a thousand times higher. “I’m Christian, what’s your name,” he asked, making my insides flip. I licked my lips, wanting to commit every part of him to memory. “And I’m Vance, do you remember me from this morning? Across the river,” he asked, getting in my face and practically shoving the other away. I stepped back for a minute and took them both in. “Are you… twins,” I asked, cocking my head to the side. There were certainly similarities though Vance had darker brown hair and near purple eyes. How is that possible? My head moved back on Christian as I took in his clear light blue eyes.

I demanded, my voice low and menacing. Victor chuckled, the sound echoing through the abandoned warehouse like a cold breeze. "Bruce was playing both sides," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. Reina's grip on my hand tightened, her fingers intertwining with mine like vines. "Against Alexander and your father?" she asked, her voice laced with incredulity. Victor nodded, his head bobbing up and down like a puppet on a string. "Bruce wanted control," he spat, the word hanging in the air like a challenge.

Samantha's POV My memory went blank at first when Thorne asked me for my name, but the moment he stepped forward, fixed his stormy gray eyes on me and asked me 'who the hell are you?' Suddenly, the memories clawed at me, suffocating me. So I just snapped, “Why did you care?“ “What?“ He blinked, clearly not expecting that. Like what I had just said was an abomination. He looked at me—really looked at me. As if trying to see past my skin, past the blood and bruises, into whatever monster he imagined I might be.

The chip inside shattered under his heel. Vance’s smile faltered for the first time. “What did you do?” Cedric smiled, cold and tired. “That wasn’t the real drive. The real one is with Marcus. And he’s already on his way to the New York Times.” Vance’s face twisted with rage. “Kill him.”

Vance did not die in the battle. This was the part that no one spoke about immediately, not in the first hours of return, not in the initial accounting of the wounded, not in the first long collective exhale of a pack that had defended itself and survived. Vance had retreated. His force had broken and scattered back through the northern forest, but he himself had gone with them injured, Eric confirmed when he was brought in to assess the damage alongside the elders, but not fatally. He had been pulled back by his own wolves when it became clear the battle had turned irrevocably.

His brows furrowed, and for just a split second, there was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his eyes—a flash of recognition, maybe, or surprise. “Ian,” he repeated, his voice quieter than before, as if the name held some weight that I wasn’t aware of. “That name sounds familiar.” I sat up straighter, my curiosity piqued despite myself. “You know him?” I asked, leaning forward slightly, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “How do you know him?” Vance shook his head quickly, the look on his face tight, controlled. “No. I don’t know him.” He met my gaze, and there was something in his eyes that made me feel like he wasn’t being entirely truthful, but I couldn’t place it.

Vance was one of Samson's own adopted sons who had opened his own mechanic business in his adult life and was doing well for himself. "He isn't here, it's his day off. I'm just trying to add blue lights to my wheel wells, and I'm having a hard time running it through the hollow plastic panels on the sides of the truck to the back of the rear wheel well." Gabriel huffed and dejectedly pulled himself out from under the truck and stood.

she admitted. Vance stepped forward , he slowly took a hand up to her face and ran it down her cheek, not frighten her, I guess. " My fire , I will take this at your pace. But I promise you will never suffer such ill treatment again " his thumb brushed against a bruise on her cheek that was fading. " I will breathe my fire against anyone that dares to and they will suffer as it scorches their skin ". She took in a sharp intake of breath. Both of them staring into eachothers eyes. It felt almost intrusive being here to witness this , but I couldn't look away.

Seeing Vincent get snubbed was oddly satisfying for him. He had married the goddess Vincent had been pining for. Wasn’t that the perfect revenge? Caitlin didn’t bother commenting on his petty mood and went out to find their son. Recently, Bruce had become obsessed with the Vanderbilt Family's grand library, spending most of his free time there. The private library of the Vanderbilt estate was filled with priceless books. When Caitlin arrived, she saw Xavi trying to coax Bruce down from a high shelf. The boy had his legs dangling and was leisurely reading.