Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

Nathaniel turned to Serena, giving her the cue. Serena then turned to the people around her and announced, “My real name is Serena Vander, of the Vander family from Rexam City. When I was one year old, Victor Kline kidnapped me. I was taken from my family for twenty-four years and only found them again when I left Velmon City.” She turned to the woman in the blue shirt. “Like you, I am also his victim. Victor was never punished for taking me from my family.” Murmurs echoed in the ballroom's entrance, shock apparent in everyone's face.

"But so far, no luck. He's gone underground." "What about the other four?" Master Valentina asks. "In inter-pack custody. They'll stand trial for crimes against supernatural kind." Elena's smile is grim. "Centuries of atrocities, all about to be exposed." Murmurs of satisfaction ripple through the room. Sera presents next, describing the Nevada rescue. The faces of the freed prisoners tell the story better than words—gaunt, scarred, traumatized. But alive. "These forty-three people represent just a fraction of the Order's victims," Sera says. "According to the database we recovered, there are at least six more research facilities operating worldwide."

It was clear that they had experienced something similar. They had told stories of them getting attacked in the middle of nowhere and left for dead. Others talked about how they had been stripped of everything and humiliated. If anything, Nightmare was consistent in the misery and anguish he inflicted on others. Eva looked around at them, and realized that most of them were women. She shouldn’t have been surprised at that, but she was. The both of them sat down and listened to all the speakers, and at some point Eva was asked to share her story.

"Yes, but I want her to know that I know how she feels. I saw La vergogna più Alta administered to my own mother, and I am still suffering from what I was made to watch, so I can only imagine what she must be going through. Serena must know that she has a place here, a family here with us." My hand goes to my mouth as I hear Sylvana speak. Her words shook me to my core, and before I could think, I barged into the kitchen. "You… Your mother went through that?" I ask as tears slip down my cheek. What I would have gone through, her mother experienced in its disgusting glory. Sylvana looks at me with swollen, wide eyes as I enter but nods while her bottom lip trembles. "My uncle raped her, but m

In the black SUV weaving through Vienna, Valeriya clutched a flash drive like it might explode. “It’s all here. Flight paths. Bank accounts. Server locations.” Talana didn’t look at her. “If you’re lying—” “I’m not. I’m just tired of lying.” Mariano kept his eyes on the mirrors. Talana turned slowly. “You were trafficked, weren’t you?” Valeriya blinked hard. “Yes.” “How did you survive?” “I pretended I didn’t care what happened to me.” Talana was quiet. Then, “And now?”

he says, and I wink at him as he turns and looks at his furious mother. “Ok, have a seat, mom. I will tell you everything.” She looks at me and I walk to her and she takes my hands in hers and we sit down. Vilkas tells her everything that has been happening. Occasionally she glares daggers at Apollo, who looks down. She squeezes my hands and I can see she is really upset that her people would do this. “Serana, I am so sorry that our people are acting this way to you and those babies. How are you going to deal with them? They are immortal.” She sniffles out and I look at her with a soft smile.

"I'm sure you lost something because of that raid, something close to your heart, something you will never get back and—" "Enough!" Valeria yelled. Now, she was looking at Alan, nothing but rage in her eyes. "Yes, I lost something I will never get back again during that raid. I lost my parents, you hear? At just eleven years of age, I had to watch my parents get murdered in cold blood. And I could not do anything about it. All I could do was... hide." "So, you do have a cause for vengeance." Alan said to her. "Now, you decide: do you want avenge your parents? Or do you want to keep hiding?"

Behind them, the Tokyo facility crumbled in fire and ruin. They emerged into dawn light with seventy-three children rescued. Twenty-two wolves dead. Five vampires. Victory, but at terrible cost. ACROSS THE GLOBE - 0700 LOCAL TIME Anya Reports flooded in from all seven facilities: Lagos: Forty children rescued, fourteen wolves killed, facility destroyed. Prague: Thirty-one children, eleven casualties, one witch dead. Denver: Fifty-five children, twenty-three casualties, two vampires lost. Singapore: Twenty-two children, eight casualties. Mumbai: Sixty-seven children, thirty-one casualties, facility partially collapsed.

"I knew it! You worthless whøre" "He will never love you and he will never treat you differently. You are a whøre and that is all you will ever be until you meet your dreary end. You are a liar, I know you are not pregnant. You can never be because your womb was damaged a long time ago. Remember the portion you took that made you bleed for weeks..." Tears welled up in Vicenta's eyes as she remembered everything. That was one of the memories she had battled with until she managed to push behind her. It was painful and almost killed her but she survived. And now, Munika brought it back!

“But strangely, whether it’s Arizona or New Mexico, he always shows up. I can’t see him as anything but my Спасителят—my savior.” Breanna opened a folder, fanned out a series of photographs. “Do any of these men look familiar?” Nevena barely glanced before pointing to four. “Them. No doubt.” She paused, hovering her finger over one. “This one... he was the loudest. The most eager to defy my Spasitelят.” “How is it that you remembered their faces despite being drugged?” “Because they still visit me,” Nevena whispered. “In my sleep.” “Fine." Breanna’s hand stilled over her notepad. “Let’s go back. Before the abduction. Was there any significant event? Did anyone stalk you?.”