Victor Blake Novels & Stories

he asked as he dragged Lexi towards the doorway. “Victor. He didn’t feel comfortable having it.” “I’m not a killer,” Victor said bluntly. He looked at Lexi with sorrowful eyes. “If I knew people would get killed over this, I would have never asked for the Father’s help.” “I am beyond elated that you got his gun, Troy, because now I can do this,” Blake said, and then quickly raised his gun and shot Victor in the face. The silencer kept the sound of the bullet quiet. Victor’s body crumpled as it hit the floor with a thud.

Alpha Blake waited until the meeting was over, he stood outside the company just to watch from afar. After about four hours, it seemed the meeting was over and judgement had passed, when he saw the said to be business associates being escorted out by the King's men. He looked further ahead, and he saw just who he had been anticipating to see: Victoria. She was held by two of the king's guards while attempting to set herself free from their grasp. When Alpha Blake laid eyes on Ivan, the mate of Victoria, his hands clenched into a fist. Not only was he mated to his daughter, but he had also confirmed earlier that it was he who sent those assassins that wanted to kill him, some years ago.

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister.

“The kind of creatures that ruin this world. Weak ones. Contaminated ones. What I did wasn’t murder… it was justice.” “Justice!” I said with a scoff. “Yes, Blake. It was justice.” he said, his voice sounding so cold. Opening my mouth to say something, I closed it without, swallowing hard, my heart was pounding. My teeth were clenched so tight my jaw ached. I could feel the tears gathering at the edges of my eyes, hot and unwelcome, not from sadness, but from rage. He had no remorse, not even a shred of it. And he had no pity for the people he had ended, not even for me.

She pulled the door open and walked out, leaving him alone with the echo of her words and the unsettling, undeniable truth they carried. He was supposed to break her. He was starting to wonder if she might just break him first. He picked up the tablet again, staring at the highlighted reports without seeing them. Her words replayed in his mind. "He was a man who trusted the wrong person." The wrong person. Victor Voss. His father. The man whose ghost haunted this office, whose failure had forged Damien into the weapon he was today. Ariana Blake saw his father as the villain. The architect of her family’s ruin.

Blake rushed in and drove his foot hard into my lower abdomen. Thump! I was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall. After six years together, Blake knew every old injury on my body. That kick landed precisely where I was weakest. The old wound tore open instantly, and I choked out blood. Victoria threw herself into his arms, sobbing pitifully. "Blake… I only came to bring Helena a cup of coffee… She lost control and tried to cut off my hand…

Before, he had looked relaxed in his own cold, controlled way, lounging back in his chair with one hand around his wineglass but now his shoulders stiffened subtly beneath the black fabric of his shirt, and something dark settled behind his gray eyes. “Our father didn’t want Alexei and me near him anymore,” Viktor said calmly. “And by then, he already knew he didn’t need to prepare us to become Blacktop.” A chill crawled slowly down my spine. “But you were children,” I whispered. “You were only young… and Tristan, Sergei were also barely kids.” Viktor smiled then and the sight of it made my stomach tighten. “Our father understood something very early,” he said quietly. “Alexei killed his fir

Because Damien was coming. She knew he was. Suddenly Victor’s phone rang. He answered calmly before smiling slowly. “Well,” he murmured. “The monster arrives.” Elena’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. Damien. Victor tucked the phone away and reached inside his coat. Then slowly— He pulled out a gun. Cold panic exploded inside Elena instantly. Victor walked toward her carefully. “Damien Blackwood spent years believing emotions made people weak.” He tilted his head slightly. “Tonight, he learns the price of love.”

The black blade of her sword was now stained with fresh blood of her victims, dropping in the ground. Just then, she and the kids eyes meet. The kid in black cloak suddenly leap from the up hill, down towards her and been followed by the other one behind her back. As she leaps the cover in her head fall, showing the long raven hair of the child and her unemotional face. "Crimson Blade." the kid said as soon as she landed in front of Zitrey. Zitrey just stared quietly on her old self. This child's tiny hand was now full of lives she killed.