Vic Vega Novels & Stories

He turned around and heard a man behind him say, "Aric." As Aric turned around, he caught a glimpse of Moric, an old acquaintance of his father's who had recently taken up the practice of buying young teenage blood slaves and draining them empty in the span of fewer than 24 hours. "Moric," Aric responded to the older vampire, extending his hand to shake, "how have you been?" Aric's grin was forced as he asked the question. In response, Moric tugged on the leash of his new pet humans while saying, "Well, my boy." "Before I make my next purchase, I wanted to hear your thoughts on my most recent acquisition."

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

"Damn” Marcus Vega, the eldest of the Vega brothers cursed under his breath as he stood with a deep frown cresting his rather handsome face as he stared at the damage done to the young calf that lay mutilated on the ground. It went missing from the farm the previous night and he had set out during the early hours of that morning only to find it in that horrible state. His anger was evident as he bend over the dead animal at his feet. Its limp was ripped apart and fed on. He could see marks on its flesh as he continued to inspect the damage that has been caused to its young body.

With that, she left, leaving Maya alone with her thoughts and her investigation. It was nearly two in the morning when Maya finally pieced together the full picture. Domingo Vega had orchestrated the customs tip-offs, using information from Vincent who likely had no idea his conversations with his brother-in-law were being passed along to authorities. The cash deposits in Vincent's account had come from one of Vega's shell companies, carefully structured to look like payments for betrayal. The intended outcome was clear: Vincent would take the fall, Luca would look weak for trusting the wrong people, and the family would reconsider the wisdom of pushing experienced members like Vega aside in

Meanwhile, Vega was preparing a presentation to teach tomorrow in her class. Suddenly, her phone rang loudly. She immediately looked at her phone, and she saw a call from Violeta. Violeta is Vega's twin sister, but Violeta was born before Vega. Seeing Violeta's name, Vega immediately rolled her eyes and complained because she was too lazy to pick up the phone from her. "Ah, from Violeta! She will invite me to go to my parents' house later." Vega complained because she was very sure that Violeta would invite Vega to meet her family later.

After alighting to open the door for Frost, Leo took a step towards the hotel before hearing his boss calling out. "Did you remember to take care of the emendations in the contract? Asked Frost. Leo gave a nod and they proceeded to the reception area. Even before inquiring, the receptionist, in a light red blazer and matching pleated skirt, went forward and, with a slight bow, asked if they were there to see Mr. Vanross. Leo affirmed, and the receptionist led them towards the special elevator that would take them up to the rooftop where Mr. Vanross, popularly known as Mr. V, was waiting for them.

“Of cou—“ The rest of the words suddenly gurgled back down his throat, as I slipped out the surgical knife I’d hidden in my sleeves, stealthily, and slit his throat. I slipped away in the same stealthy manner, satisfaction filling my chest, as the man’s body slipped to the floor in his own pool of blood. And I slipped the small knife back into my sleeve, never looking back as the first scream rang out. Someone had discovered his body. I disappeared into the crowds, pushing the shades further up the bridge of my nose. This was the right thing to do…. I had to protect my boss, and myself. ------- -------

So she was the customer who purchased it. Dove's ice spear collided with the hailstorm in Vega's hands. When Dove tried to avoid the attack, her ice spear broke and the sword grazed her arm slightly. "You barely managed to dodge that simple attack," Vega said, summersaulting backwards. 'Has she gone insane, the strength she put into that attack was enough to kill me, if I hadn't dodged a little I would have died,' Dove thought as she began to pant. Vega furrowed her brows in displeasure, thinking, 'it's not enough, show me you've improved over these years.'

He introduced himself to me earlier. “You’re calm,” he said, voice low, amused. I spat blood onto the cracked concrete. “And you’re an idiot.” His lips twitched into a smile. Psychopath. “This isn’t about you,” he said, leaning closer, his breath sour. “It’s about him.” Rob. My stomach twisted, but I kept my face stone-cold. “You’re bait,” Vega continued, straightening, adjusting his cuffs like this was a business meeting. “He’ll come. And when he does, we’ll kill him.”

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”