Victor Blake Novels & Stories

“Then stop pretending to care about ‘family.’ Try saving your own head this time instead of disappearing. If that’s all, you’re free to leave. Bianca?” He turned to me as if asking if I had anything to say. I shook my head. I had no intention of getting pulled into their mess. I didn’t even get involved with mine. “I know you’re after the Broker,” Victor said, his voice low and loaded. “I know everything.” What the… “You don’t know shit,” Rob snapped.

“How is this possible? I saw it with my own eyes. The baby was wrapped in Leo’s blanket...” Suddenly, his pupils shrank. Gritting his teeth, he charged toward me. “Nina! Did you already know that wasn’t Leo? Why didn’t you say anything?” I clenched my fist and punched him hard in the face. “So what if it wasn’t Leo? That was still a life!” David clutched his eye socket, panic filling his gaze. “If it wasn’t Leo, then who was it? Who was it...” All at once, his eyes locked on Ariel.

A night I was still paying for. The intercom buzzed. "Mr. Blake, a Mr. Victor Volkov is here to see you." Victor Volkov. Russian oligarch. The kind of man who moved continents with a single phone call. "Send him up," I replied, knowing this wasn't a social call. Victor entered like he owned the space – expensive suit, calculated smile, eyes that missed nothing. "Ethan Blake," he said, a statement more than a greeting. "Interesting times." I poured two glasses of scotch. Expensive. Aged. Like our conversation would be.

Little did we know that the confrontation with Blake was only the beginning of a much larger battle that awaited us. Professor, visibly concerned, emphasized that Blake had indeed seen him. Derick, trying to downplay the significance, reassured Professor that even if Blake had seen him, he wouldn't recognize him. However, Professor revealed that he and Blake had a history, explaining that he had once used a chemical to attack Blake's rogues, sparking a deep-seated vendetta between them. Now that Blake had seen him, Professor believed that revenge was at the forefront of Blake's mind.

I said. "Yes," he said. "Which means they're not someone from the operational layer. They're someone from Victor's personal circle." He paused. "Someone Victor trusted completely." "How many people did Victor trust completely," I said. "Based on everything we know," Levi said. "Almost nobody." He paused. "Except—" He stopped. "What," I said. "It's probably nothing," he said. "Say it," I said. "Ryan Blake," he said. "Victor's right hand. We assumed he ran after Victor's capture. We found no trace of him." He paused. "What if he didn't run."

Does he possess any telekinesis powers or is it that he is able to move so fast even for my werewolf's eyes to detect? I was all of a sudden clothed in fear and I could even see fear and worry dancing all over the notorious hunter, Victor's eyes though he tried to still act composed and calm. “You are good I will hand it to you but do you know who I am? I am Victor Blade! The monster slayer!! If you don't want to be one more slayed monster by my hand I suggest you turn around and leave," Victor threatened the strange vampire but he didn't look phased at all.

" I just agree and go fast to the ground floor before I betray myself. We sit and eat, and my eyes run to Blake every now and then. He is not at all restrained, but looking at me quite obviously. I signal to his eyes that he stops, to which he replies with a silly smile. Just a little movement of his lips and I am totally out of my mind. Victor key on his cell phone Blake spoke to him. "Do you have a mistress so you are so occupied in front of a woman Victor just raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother? I guess so assesses whether he is kidding.

my lycan, Black, says to me. Willing to take the risk, I continue what I was doing, letting Amara know I'll be right back. Amara groans an “ok” out of her mouth. Walking into my office, I take a seat and dial Victor’s number. The phone rings only twice before he answers, his voice gruff and impatient. I don’t think anyone has ever answered a phone so quickly. "Hello. I mean, Prince Blake. We need your help," victor blurts out.

"That's between you and Victor. All I know is that my wife was harassed. If she hadn't knocked your brother unconscious, this would be more than just breaking a leg." Blake's voice was commanding and intimidating. The Chadwicks froze and felt a chill creeping up from their feet up to their heads. Indeed, if Yasmin had really been assaulted by Hector, the consequences would've been disastrous. Gabriel guessed Blake's intention and said, "Mr. Ford, you can rest assured that we'll handle Victor ourselves. After all, he put my brother in this situation, so we won't let him off." At this, Blake's lips curled up slightly.

Victor came at Damon one final time, easy for me to see the glint of a silver dagger in Victor’s hand too late. “Damon!” I screamed. Damon twisted at the last second but the blade sank into his shoulder instead of his heart. He roared in pain and drove his claws straight into Victor’s chest. Victor gasped, eyes wide with shock. “This, is for my family,” Damon said, and twisted his hand. Victor Blackthorn, the man who had tried to destroy us, collapsed to the temple floor, dead. Seraphina screamed like it was the only thing she had left and unleashed everything from her body, one final, desperate blast of golden energy straight toward me and Lucas.