Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

WHISTLEBLOWER LEAKS MILITARY AI TORTURE PROGRAM. LOCATION REVEALED: NEVADA DESERT. LIVESTREAMING NOW. There is a video attached. It’s Lena. She’s sitting in front of a webcam, looking terrified but fierce. "My name is Lena Chen," she says to the world. "And I have proof that the US government is kidnapping citizens to weaponize an AI." I stare at the screen. "She did it," I whisper, tears filling my eyes. "She burned her cover. She leaked it all."

"It's nice to meet you, Elena. Everything's going to be okay. I promise." Elena laughed bitterly and looked toward the front of the van, where a Plexiglas wall separated them from the drivers. "You don't know these people," Elena said, her voice breaking. "I've been tortured, raped, and drugged for two months. Maybe longer. I'm not even sure what month it is. I don't think I can stand it. Not anymore. I" Tears poured down her cheeks, and Kenzie was torn between horror and rage. She clenched her fists and carefully showed the girl the knife strapped to her garter.

"I'm no longer that child you tried to shut up eleven years ago." "How can you treat Pete this way? He loved you as his own child." Vena was furious as she walked up to Ceren "He loved me?" Ceren found herself laughing."You're not even bothered you met him naked? He tried to abuse me just like he always did and I tried to defend myself. What wrong have I done?" Ceren shouted and once again she held her throat, her throat was hurting but there isn't no way she was stopping, she had a lot of things to say to her mother. "I told you about his abuse but you wouldn't do anything about it, you rather look the other way blindly and let me suffer in silence."

Besides, the world needed to witness this—to understand that we were still here. I spoke briefly, though I could barely remember what I said. Facing a crowd of more than ten thousand people made my nerves spike. Whatever I said must have resonated, because the applause afterward was overwhelming. One by one, alphas stepped forward to speak—some reading prepared statements, others simply listing the names of those who had been killed, tortured, or driven insane by Viola and her family. It was emotional and devastating, especially when a bear alpha from Colombia read out the names of children who had been slaughtered in a village. In the nineties, a blood test had revealed one child was descen

Perhaps I would plant that idea in their minds. “You rescued twenty-one innocent people. There’s ten of them that don’t want to return home because their packs are not in good environments. One pup is mute and shows signs of abuse. She’s currently in the hospital until this afternoon. We aren’t sure where she’s from at all. How would you like to deal with that?” my father asked us. My heart went out to her, as did my mate’s. Luckily, this was Brynn’s expertise when it came to trauma victims.

He asked, taking a notebook and pen in his hands. "It was so-so, good and bad both." Val says, and shrugged her shoulders. "Why good and why bad? Explain to me." James asked, writing down everything she said. "It was good because….I spent time with my family. And bad because…I fought with many people today." Val said, tapping on her chin. "Hmm, why do you fight with people?" James again questions, looking her into her eyes. "I killed some goons because they kidnapped, raped and killed girls." Valencia said, her eyes darkened as she mentioned them.

"What do you mean?" "A few years ago while we still lived in Washington, our pack of shifters had been attacked and a few of the women and some men had been captured in the crossfire. During our time in captivity, we had all been beaten, tortured and drugged that I don't even remember much of the events that happened during that period. It had taken the pack about seven to ten months to locate our whereabouts and by then, most of the captives had been killed or sold off. I was one of about seven that were still alive and kept in the warehouse where we've been kept." She said and I sat there in shock at her story and I could see that talking about this was hard and I went to tell her that she

"I was afraid. He was my brother. My family. And I believed him at first. Believed enhancement was possible. Necessary. By the time I realized it was just trauma disguised as training, I was complicit. Too guilty to expose him without exposing myself." "So you did nothing." "I did nothing. And seven hundred and forty-three children suffered because of my cowardice. I can't fix that. But I can give you the tools to help them now." She died three weeks later. Quietly. No funeral. No ceremony. Just gone. I used her records to locate survivors. Found two hundred and twelve still alive. Scattered across forty countries. We reached out to each one. Offered support. Resources. Connection to the fou

“That sounds very scary. Can you tell me what happened to your mom?” Valentina took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “Five years ago, we were at the bank. Some men came in with a gun. My mom… she tried to protect me. She got shot.” Her voice broke, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “There was so much blood.” Molly handed her a tissue, letting her take her time. “That must have been so hard for you, Valentina. You were very brave.” Valentina nodded, wiping her tears. “A few weeks ago, I saw blood on Evelyn’s shirt. She had cut herself in the kitchen while cooking with my Aunt. It was like being back at the bank again. Since then, I keep having the nightmares.”

"Both. It makes them real instead of abstract threats. But it also confirms they deserved it. Patricia Chen wasn't just some random attorney. She helped Gerald Winters destroy evidence, coordinate attacks on our family. She knew what she was doing." "And her daughter?" "Will have her father, her grandparents, her college fund. She'll survive. Grieve, but survive." I looked at Von. "That's more than Chris's victims got. More than the women Victoria trafficked got. Sometimes survival is the best outcome we can offer." My phone buzzed. Catherine calling. "I need to take this. Can you burp Sophia?" He took the baby while I answered. "Catherine. What's wrong?"