Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

“No please! Don’t do this to me. I am sorry Vevina! Let me go, please.” She was crying and yet she couldn’t make herself move out of her seat in fear that something worse would happen to her. It was clear to these women by now that Vevina had been backed by one of the most powerful men in the continent and their escape wouldn’t be possible. Not paying any heed to her words, Vevina smiled, “I just don’t want you to feel the same pain so I will take away your ears.” Slicing off the two cartilages at once she watched blood spurt out from the wound and spill down her dress coloring the silver of the knife red.

"Because I had something to live for." The storm had passed. But the healing had just begun. And for the first time in years Valeria Montecillo and Kc Vegas stood not as victims or criminals, But as survivors. As lovers. As the foundation of something stronger. Something unbreakable. And in the ash of vengeance and legacy, They found the spark of a new fate. Together.

He paused, gulping a little as his next words were not delightful to listen to. "The majority of the victims from the sudden attack were werewolves from the camp. Their bodies have been buried already as they can't be sent back. But the few ones, about ten of them who were critically injured from the fire are being treated. Whether or not they will survive is what no one knows yet." Valen shut his eyes for a few seconds. It was as if the weight of the world had been brought on her shoulders. "What about Star?" "I couldn't find her. She is neither dead nor alive. I don't know if she got captured or if she escaped. I am sorry, Valen."

Jamie sprawls on the rug with a bowl of popcorn like this is N*****x, and Marcus hovers behind the couch, arms crossed, body taut as wire. Elena doesn’t flinch at the flashes. She tips her chin and lets the cameras drink her in. The very picture of poise. Her lawyer walks at her side, gray-haired and silk-tied, voice smooth as he fields shouted questions. “Ms. Vasquez is a victim here. Years ago, she struggled with gambling debts. Bainbridge Global preyed on her vulnerability, coercing her into transactions she neither wanted nor fully understood. She is a survivor, not a criminal.”

Three weeks before she potentially lost herself forever. The scars on her ribs pulsed once more - not a warning this time, but almost like encouragement. They'd been her first marks, the ones that taught her to endure pain. Now they were teaching her to read her own limits. "I need the trafficking survivor list," she told the King. "All of them. I need to know who I'm fighting for." Elena had already prepared it. Five hundred and thirty-two names. Five hundred and thirty-two wolves who'd been stolen, marked, and scattered like weapons across the country.

Maybe rage. He looked at Cole. His face tensed. "She's been locked up," he said. "Vanessa. They’re not letting her out. No bail." "Good," I said. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. My hands tightened on Cole’s. "She should rot. In a cell. Alone. For the rest of her miserable life." Nicholas walked over and handed me a file. Thick. Heavy. Full of paper. "Seventeen victims. Fourteen of them were officers. She didn’t even hesitate. The rest... civilians. Innocent people."

They couldn't fight back against the perpetrators who drugged them, so they fainted, allowing the culprits to quickly and easily capture Lavanya. Gregory and I believed they could care for Lavanya, but they let us down. I also punished several warriors guarding the border on the right side of the pack. They were powerless to stop the culprits who abducted Lavanya away from this pack. They stated there were five perpetrators, but their stamina and fighting ability was incredible despite not having swapped bodies with their wolves. Beta Viola and Vanessa apologized to me. Viola said she shouldn't have drank the water; she didn't suspect anything. I don't blame them because they are also victim

They stated that this is reason to revamp the system completely and safeguard would be victims. What we are most concerned about are the women that have been sold and shipped off to other areas. How do we get them back? Where is the accounting for them? I am hoping Brad can locate that information. There are so many injustices and honestly, I don’t know how to manage it all right now. That’s why I need Jaxon here. We can split the responsibilities. “Babe, are you okay?” Enna asked as she sat up in bed. I’m sitting on the bed, facing away from her. How many more are like her? How many missed meeting their mates? How many could be dead? How many are ruined mentally and physically? Enna was one

Valentina said "If you hadn't told me, I probably would have flared up as well... so what happened next?" Ryan asked "They brought me here and humiliated me and made fun of me." Valentina said "Do they know who you are?" Ryan asked "They just know my name but not my last name I hid it because if they knew they would have killed me alongside my parents." Valentina said almost tearing up "It's okay, so what happened? I know it is painful to remember the past but I need you to tell me everything, please Valentina, please, I need to know." Ryan said

The woman bowed slightly and took a step back. *** Nevea bravely went straight to Logan's office in Vlassta. She was innocent, so why would she bother to run away? As she sauntered past the hallway, murmuring sounds from hunters began assaulting her. She tried to keep her face neutral, but her nostrils flared as she heard them talking. Their tones were patronizing. They did not know anything yet dare to assume about her. She was the victim in this case, yet she was treated like a criminal.