Vector From Minions Novels & Stories

Victor's dark pools bored into mine as his guttural order sliced through me to enforce his command, "Shift." And just like that, my knees buckled and I doubled over. Victor was there to catch me, laying my writhing body gently on the cool floor. I was in agony as every bone in my body broke to follow Victor's command. His hand cupped around my mouth to silence the blood-curdling screams that erupted from the chasm of my aching soul. I bit into his palm until the metallic taste of his blood lathered over my taste buds. "It's okay, it's okay," Victor cooed reassuringly as he carded his thick fingers through my hair, "it will all be over soon, I promise."

his lips softly press on my forehead, and my heart skips. "I know." Apart from Ivan, my dad's crazy ex-girlfriend is still out there, and I know she is pretty mad because I killed her daughter. Crazy people like that never think twice before ending your life. "Let's go to work first, and we will discuss that later. Oh! And you have a meeting at exactly 10, boss." "This is going to be so fun," Vin murmurs and quickly rushes to the closet. I am not surprised when he chooses a flared miniskirt and a white shirt.

If they became a couple, I would be overjoyed, as I held them both dearly. I left my hair down but put on some make-up, nothing too ostentatious; we were going to the local club to hustle humans for money. I didn't want to stand out and draw more attention than necessary. We also needed to investigate the scam business that had been going on; no human could rob werewolves of their money without help from one of us. I called my father to tell him we had arrived, and he seemed pleased. He then gave us the number for his friend Mr. Jackson, who was also the owner of Sprite and Vodka—the biggest nightclub in the area. Before we left, Dylan came up to me and said,

I’m getting there, Starfish, we have a breach on the eastern side of the territory. Euan and I are surrounded. I love you. I say before cutting the mind link. You ready for this Junie? Ready whenever you are Covey. It’s time to kick some rogue ass.

I dodged and blocked only a few. “A couple of thousand. I was not happy with myself and it’s how I broke out of that genetic control.” I dealt some blows that landed on Gloria but she got me back. This went on for what felt like hours, it was dark outside when Gloria went back to being Damina. “How old are you?” “Twenty-three, when you look at how old Trax is at what sixty I look very young.” “That’s because he is part vampire.”

he replies smoothly, just as the Orbot shines a torch on the side of the ship, signaling us forward. “I’ll give it to him—hell of a loyal driver,” the talkative jake murmurs as we follow. I almost wonder where the Orbot learned to handle a ship. Surely that wasn’t part of the résumé when I hired him four years ago. “Yes,” I admit. “He is.” “You should give him a raise.” I ignore the comment, keeping my eyes on the planks so I don’t fall into the water. “You sure this is your ship?” I press again.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

His eyes were bloodshot eyes, and he looked as if he had lost his rationale. He charged right toward Harvey, and the simple move was enough to shake the entire earth. This was a Giant—a type of Mutant from America. Harvey watched him curiously; changing one’s muscles through genetic science resembled divine power. Genetic science was a little stronger than what Harvey initially thought. Even so, he had no intention of taking action; all he did was show a little interest. Romina’s expression changed, and she waved her hand; she and a dozen sacrificial soldiers behind her raised their firearms at the same time before pulling the trigger.

she commented, wondering which Vampire would create a host of children and not let them in on the rules. "Well, that's the thing," Dr. Ryan said, meeting her gaze, leaning in across the table, his hands cupping the standard issue white diner cup. "These fellows all came from the same place. One Rogue Vampire very well-known for creating minions who will go out and destroy, completely unaware of the consequences." Cadence was confused for only a second before she realized she knew precisely who the doctor was referring to. "Giovani," she muttered, her eyes locking on a spot on the white laminate table where a wayward drop of coffee was slowly forming a brown stain.

I could easily take all of them down, but I did not come here to shed more blood. I pushed forward, the guards stepped aside, to confront the minions. “Is this how Raizel welcomes his guests?” “You are not welcome here.” The leader of the minions said. He was a foot taller than I was, and burlier with a buzz cut and red eyes that looked more drugged than Emily when she had a sugar high during her younger years. He was most likely on steroids because there is no way a vampire’s muscles could ever be that heavy naturally. “That’s no way to talk to your King,” I tsked. “You’re on my land. I could easily shut this place down if I wanted to.” It wasn’t that easy; I would need approval from the Co