Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

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 hugged him so tight, after disengaging from the hug they both sat close to each other and holding onto each other's hands tightly, none wanting to let go for fear they would be separated again. "What happened that night?" Ryan asked "I was in my room when mum woke me up and asked me to go with aunt Gina, we were supposed to escape towards your pack that night or something on Melody but aunt Gina was shot and fell on me, I kept looking at her until Alpha Nathaniel took me captive and threw me in a truck with dead people from his pack." Valentina said sadly

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.

Nancy and Tom went straight to Yuna’s parents’ factory with a banner, demanding compensation and justice. They even started a livestream online, claiming Yuna was a murderer and Lana had only been forced into it. They painted Lana as an innocent little victim. And somehow, the internet actually bought it. People really started believing Yuna had done everything. [I knew no one could be cruel enough to kill their own little brother. Turns out she had an evil friend pushing her into it!]

They watched the group enter with wary, unblinking stares, their silence heavier than any shout. Their leader rose slowly from the front pew. A woman, maybe twenty-five, with a jagged scar running across her throat like a brutal smile and a voice like gravel scraped over broken glass. “My name is Anna,” she said, her words carrying through the ruined nave. “I was one of Vance’s first victims. I was six when he took me. I escaped when I was fourteen. I’ve been building this network ever since… finding the others, giving them purpose, giving them revenge.”

She had a definite accent, but Shamira couldn't place it. "Seems to be par for the course around here." It turned out that Valeska was from Chile and was of Spanish/Amerindian descent. Her mother and father had been staunch opponents of Augusto Pinochet when he began his coup. She and her parents had gone into exile in the jungle, because they were too poor to escape to the "civilized" world, and most places they could afford to go were almost as bad. Valeska was taught to hunt, track, and kill by tribesman from her mother's side of the family. Her father had been captured when Valeska was only ten, and had become a victim of the infamous Caravan of Death.

“Charles didn’t come—Emma went into labor, and I told him to stay. Alex is a little banged up, but he’ll recover. Everything was going smoothly until this.” “I need Serena,” I say again, the words heavier now. “She must be in so much pain.” Vanda’s hand freezes for a moment before lowering the cloth. “If she hasn’t fled with your parents already, I’ll bring her here.” “Fled?” “It’s one of the first responses to a border breach.” I swallow hard. “What if she blames me for Mark’s death?” “People die during an attack, Elena. It’s chaos—you don’t know who’ll survive until it’s over. Mark… he died trying to escape the cells. I tried to save him, but in the chaos, it wasn’t possible.”

“For every mother they took, for every child they sold.” The news spread in waves. Social media exploded. Protestors swarmed outside embassies. Countries that had denied involvement began issuing apologies. Senators resigned. CEOs fled. Those who thought themselves untouchable were suddenly running for their lives. And Valeria? She was cracking. In a hidden bunker somewhere in the Sahara, her hair matted, her teeth gritted, she threw her glass at the wall and screamed as the names kept popping up. Every time she received a message, it was from Bain or the Vulture. One text simply read: “You should’ve stayed dead.”

Diana kept trashing her until a few soldiers pulled her away from Verena. Completely injured, Verena stumbled into Kyros’ arm. “Ky. S-save me… he tried to rape me…” Verena sobbed, pointing towards Zephyr. So, was this Alpha Vidar’s plan? How shameful and lowly! Unacceptable. “A-a-and… she… came to know about this… and started hitting me… calling me… c-characterless…” Verena said, whimpering as she gathered her clothes that were sliding off her body.

"Can you lead us to Leni's camp?" Rena nodded. "Yes". Rena cleared the tendrils of hair escaping on her forehead. Her lips chapped in dehydration. "It is near Lake Tibor. It was the old village of Nagili before Leni invaded it". "And the people in that village? Serra asked. "Enslaved" she whispered. Her voice was painful and full of shame, her eyes fixed on the ground not meeting Serra's. "Others were killed. Feed to the Reapers or died in combat. Leni loves to watch them fight to their death as if like sight of blood spilled on the ground gives her satisfaction".