Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

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.

"There's a lot of humans who witnessed and became victims of the attack." "I've seen blood," We turned our attention to Vanna. Her eyes are gleaming red looking nowhere. "Half-bloods are coming." She fainted and fortunately Van caught her. She must have seen terrible things in her visions for her to faint. “Let’s go,” Mom ordered. Via stayed with Vanna in her room while Mom and Dad went straight to the council. I heard they sent a group from our army to fight the half-blood rushes.

When Halvir attacked the Hyenas three months ago, around two hundred men died, but Halvir recovered over two hundred women and around thirty Biwara clansmen. The sudden attack by the Hyenas and Bats three days ago killed more than three hundred people from Blue Forest Village. More than a hundred women were kidnapped, most of them were plundered women from Hyena Village because there was no *bond pair on them, let alone the average. they are without family, leaving them with little protection. Mischa went to Halvir, along with Ezra and the others. Ezra cried, seeing the condition of Atthy and Keffy, who didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. Lila looked exhausted, her eyes were black,

The common trait among the victims was that they all carried the same last name, "Walker" "No, I'm going." Violet's voice was determined. "Mr. Kaplan, where is she? Do you have any information about her?" "Violet …" "I have to go find her," Violet asserted. "This might be my only hope. Besides, if Whitney really is in trouble, relying on Silvia is the only way I can seek revenge against Carl." Despite Violet's insistence, Novya had no choice but to agree. He would take her to see Silvia once she was feeling better.

The smaller the victim’s connection, the higher chance for them to become a victim. Amongst these victims were three single parents with a child each, aged from three to five. The rest was just homeless. After what they had witnessed during their capture, they knew they would never live their lives in peace. For years, Mira had been tracking and hunting down slave traders. Every money she earned from her contract directly went to Safe Haven. That was a place she would rather not know where it was located. Every victim she saved, they had their own choices. Some chose to return to their families. Some chose to go to Safe Haven, a place of peaceful home and happiness. Mira would make sure nobo

Vesna then banged the table with her fists as she continued to explain everything. “I hated your Mom so badly that I wanted to kill her myself. But who am I kidding? When I myself also came from her own blood.” WHAT??? VESNA’S POV I was one of those children that were born by mistake. Veronica hated me from the moment she saw me. So nothing stopped her when she decided to throw me in an orphanage. I was lucky enough to get adopted fast and when I grew up my parents were so honest with me that I immediately knew I was not their biological child. Though they never treated me awful. I grew up to be a very responsible older sister to all my three other siblings that were also adopted. I never kn