Vic Vega Novels & Stories

On shaky legs, he moved towards the judges. The name of the one who scored the most points was repeated again. His name. Vik is a student of the seventh senior group of the Western School, the son of Livod and Keana. Mist swam before his eyes, he hardly forced himself not to stagger, straightened his shoulders and moved forward. That's not victory, it's suicide. Vic did not look at the heralds, did not look at the judges and Cravius, he only imagined how his face, distorted with anger, looked like. But it was impossible not to look at Tiona, who was rewarding the winner.

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

“I don't have beef with you, young lady. You can only blame your luck for being so bad.” Violet tssked and folded her hands, “How is a weakling like you going to defeat me? I'm curious.” The man showed his right hand that were oozing of energy and flung it towards Violet chest. Without no effort, she held his fist with her left hand and landed an energy kick on his chest. Immediately, his aura disappeared and he stumbled backwards, blood spilling from his mouth. She had ruptured his heart vessels. Alaric stood up from the ground, “Ars you okay?”

“Are you fated?” The last one stings a little. Chase chose me, damnit, so who gives a fuck what the moon says? My ex did, but Chase clearly doesn’t, and when he said he’d choose me regardless of fate, that’s when I knew he was the one. Chase holds up a hand to quiet the crowd again while tucking me in closer to his side, his possessive side coming out in wake of all the eyes on me. “Her name is Vienna Vega. She’s from the Riverton pack and she fought with the squad in the war against the shadow pack,” he provides. “Her father was the Riverton pack’s lead enforcer and their best tracker, and Vienna plans to follow in his footsteps and train with the squad as a tracker. She’s smart and kind, b

Fine. Lena slipped through them, moving towards the VIP lounge. She opened the door. Jonas Vega sat by himself, drinking whiskey. Vega looked up, irritable. "Who the hell are—" Lena closed the door behind her and drew her gun. His face turned white. "Sit," she instructed him. Vega swallowed hard but obeyed. Lena stepped closer. "Where's my brother?" Vega blinked. "I—I don't know what—" She fired the floor beside his foot.

Now, if I have perhaps not said this before, I am saying this again, this man is an idiot for he is about to make the biggest mistake of his life. In the wink faster than a breath, I watch as Vega reaches for his back. I immediately know what he is reaching for. One fraction a bit faster, I go around and grab my gun firmly in the palm of my hand. But Vega is surprisingly just as fast, for I soon find myself staring at the barrel of his 9mm Glock. I see his hand slightly trembling at the lack of experience. As he sees me stand my ground without even twitching a muscle, his eyes grow wide in shock and horror.

Spiro answered as he brought out the light source gem to light the way. Vic stood at front with his Vampdragon Eyes activated. "You can use that, don't worry about me but you have to move fast and catch up with me." Vic said as he started walking. He was walking so fast that Spiro couldn't see where he had gone to. ' Man did i do something wrong? or is it because of what I said, he's acting strange to me! ' Spiro was unhappy. ' Gosh, I don't even know where I'm going '

He doesn't even look at me, his eyes are locked on the man seconds away from taking my life. "This is how this will go. I will leave with her, and you will let us. Or she dies." I wince as he gives my throat a hard squeeze. "Why waste such a pretty face? Viktor will take good care of this one." Diego's piercing gaze shifts onto my face, a silent plea for trust reflected in his eyes. Swift as lightning, he steadies his gun and pulls the trigger. The assailant emits a pained cry, staggering back, blood splattering on me as his weapon clatters to the ground. Instinctively, I propel myself towards Diego, a surge of desperation compelling me into the sanctuary of his protective arms.

I felt my breath catch, my chest tightening, as his gaze burned into me. “Oh… " It’s you again,” he said, his tone casual but dismissive, like I was some minor inconvenience he didn’t have time for. “Oh… " It’s me,” I muttered under my breath, barely able to meet his eyes. The barista nodded toward him. “There. That’s the man you need. The only one who can take you to Blackthorn. Meet Cairos… Cairos Veylan, the mayor’s son.” Cairos paused mid-step, his eyes flicking toward the barista, then back to me. Cold. Intense. Unyielding.