Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

while whispering, Ethan seduced, "The closer I get with you, the hotter you look. By the way, do you have a boyfriend, Vanya?" Vanya froze and felt Ethan's arms wrap around her waist. Beads of sweat were visible on her forehead, even though the air conditioner in the host's room was cold enough. Her memory flashed back to the harassment Niels did some times ago. It was horrible and traumatizing for her as a victim. As she was close to cry, her body trembled as Ethan's hands crept up and tried to reach her chest. Noticing this, Vanya's consciousness immediately recovered once he realized what the man was trying to do. ‌

"Tell us how you ended up here." Valina took a deep breath, her voice steady as she began to recount her harrowing story. She spoke of abuse and captivity, of the endless days of fear and suffering at the hands of evil men. My hands curled into fists as I listened, my blood boiling with rage at the thought of what she had endured. Adrina gave her a brief of what Viktor had done and she was shocked. As we began to plan our next move, I could see the resolve in Valina's eyes. Despite everything she had been through, she was determined to fight alongside us, to take a stand against the darkness that had consumed her life for so many years.

No matter if he irritated her and how much he claimed to hate her, despite knowing he had an obsession with her. He was persistent in the beginning and ended up getting what he wanted. Ruining it all just like that. Then he lost her. And she fell in the arms of another, Angelo. My heart ached at the thought. She had him and there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much hatred I spread, I'd still be the villain. As much as I am the villain, I am too the victim. As heartless as I seemed, I wasn't numb. I felt.

“Sorry, I’m not familiar with names and all. I’m not from around here. I grew up in Viper City.” Geneviève drank a mouthful of whiskey and cradled the glass in her hands. “Oh, so you were one of the sex trafficking victims,” she deduced, her tone softening with sympathy. “How did a wolf end up in Viper City?” she asked as if she couldn’t quite believe it. I mentally kicked myself for opening my big mouth. “It’s a long story, and not one I really want to drag up. Not when we have hunters sniffing around, trying to wipe us all out as you said. What was that about the Luna being next on their hit list?”

And in a very cruel way. When I saw Uncle Roderick shake his head out of the corner of my eye, I looked up at the television. The evening news was still on, and the photo on the screen behind the newscaster told a story of blood and death we saw every day. "Make that louder," I asked him. The volume indicator on the screen rose until I could clearly hear the blonde woman. “… The Venator community has once again seen a serious attack by proles. The tragedy occurred in Lisbon early this afternoon. Seven people were injured. Two fatal and two more won't survive the night. Kanya Witmer is there for us and reports on the event. "

“She asked everything. How Grey treated us. Why we left. If you pressured us to defect.” “What did you tell her?” “The truth. That Grey is a monster and you saved our lives.” Dana sat down heavily. “But I don’t think it matters. She kept saying the law protects Alpha authority. That wolves can’t just leave whenever they want.” Lisa went in next. Then Marc. Then each of the twenty wolves from Grey’s pack. By afternoon Victoria had interviewed all twenty-three asylum seekers. She called Kade and Sage into the room. “I have heard their stories,” Victoria said. She looked tired. “The abuse is documented. Clear. Unquestionable.”

"Hush, you shouldn't speak like that, Kirana. There's no such thing as a 'used' woman in this world. Especially when it comes to Melati. She was just a victim of Teguh's lust, just like what happened to Vienna. Only, Melati might be luckier and more able to accept and be strong. Not like Vienna, who was tarnished and even lost her life." Ernawati took a deep breath. She was always saddened when she remembered Vienna's tragic death caused by Teguh. Up until now, they still couldn't find any evidence against him. Although detectives and the police have been searching for proof to bring Teguh down, he was elusive and hard to reach, making it very difficult to prove his guilt.

And none of us collected, tortured, or raped others. “I say Fordin dies,” Valko says. Having been forced into prostitution as a teenager, he is understandably intolerant of rape. “Does it matter that he’s now a claimed dragon?” Keagan asks, the elf in him obviously coming forward. “It doesn’t change what he did,” Kano says. “Those women are here, and I still hear them screaming at night from the nightmares of what happened to them. Why does he get to live just because he lost a claiming battle?”

“Because he’s the only one who didn’t try to mess with my head.” That seemed to get to him. “He told me the truth, Nikolai. Even when it hurt like hell. And I’m sick of people lying to me.” He nodded slowly. “Fine. We’ll be civil. For now.” We gathered around the table while Matteo laid out his documents. He pointed at one specific ledger—written by hand. “This is a list of every child that went through Vetra’s original program. Not all of them made it. Many vanished. But some survived. Most were used as political pawns—like hostages in fancy suits.”

“The bloodline still stands. Her mother’s pack was eliminated for refusing to submit. That history does not disappear because the daughter smiles nicely.” Zara turned to her aunt. “Tell them the truth, Lena. Not the version Victor fed you. The real one.” Lena hesitated. The room waited. Finally she spoke. “Victor found me. He said if I testified he would protect what was left of us. He never mentioned protection. He mentioned consequences. My sister ran because she saw what his father did to our people. She wanted a normal life for her daughter. She never taught Zara about the blood. She buried it to keep her safe.”