Victor Blake Novels & Stories

Without stress. Amara’s breath seized instantly. Because Adrian fought like someone trained for this. Not just self defense. Professional. Precise. Dangerous. The realization surprised her. Who exactly was Adrian Blake? Another attacker lunged toward him, but Adrian slammed him against the wall brutally. The sound alone made Amara jump. Victor watched silently. Almost thoughtfully. Then another man pointed his weapon directly toward Amara. Everything happened at once. Adrian turned quickly. Victor fired. Amara screamed.

Alexander’s voice remained cold. “No.” Victor smiled faintly. “Then let me give you a hint.” He leaned closer to the desk. “Sophia Blake is not attacking your company.” Emily frowned. “What does that mean?” Victor looked at her briefly. “It means she’s destroying your entire system.” Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What system?” Victor tapped the desk once. “Shipping.” “Media.” “Finance.” “Supply chains.” Ryan blinked. “That sounds like everything.” Victor nodded. “Exactly.”

Victoria ordered and hung up. In the basement, Blake glared at Victoria, his eyes screaming at her to stop. Victoria sneered, "Look at you, pitying the girl. We both know you aren't her real uncle, and I’m not her mother. I’ve kept her alive this long; it’s time she repaid the debt." Victoria left him in the darkness, unaware that Blake was already working his wrists free. He ignored the silver-burn on his skin, inching toward the hidden lever behind the cardboard boxes. He hit the switch, and the stone wall groaned open.

Blake’s wrists were cuffed to the metal chair, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “I trusted you,” Damian said quietly. “You worked for me for three years. Why?” Blake swallowed hard. “He—Victor—he threatened my family. My daughter.” Damian’s eyes hardened. “You should have come to me.” “I couldn’t,” Blake whispered. “He said he’d kill her.” Damian stared at him for a long moment. Then, to Blake’s surprise, he nodded. “Where is he?” Blake exhaled shakily. “He’s planning something big. He said it’s happening tomorrow night. A gala...”

“My name is Keva Black. I don’t know what problem you have with Stark Growlers, but I don’t just represent them. My father is the Alpha King, so I am also here on his behalf. Not to sound rude, but I suggest you put down your gun before you do something you will regret.” I wasn’t sure if anyone heard me, but the fact that no one shot at me again was a good sign. Holding my breath, I listened for movement, but I didn’t hear anything. After waiting for what felt like forever, a sound caught my attention, and I expelled a breath of air as I looked toward it.

“Cut the theatrics, Victor.” He laughed. “You made it further than I thought. I admit, I underestimated the fire in you. But it’s not too late to change the ending.” “I’m here to make sure this is the ending.” He stepped closer, hands still open, still unarmed. “You’re not going to shoot me. Because you want answers. Because somewhere, deep down, you know that I’m not the real villain.” She didn’t flinch. “You tried to kill Killian.” “And he tried to destroy me first,” Victor snapped, his mask slipping. “I built the Graves empire from the shadows. I made him. And the moment he felt strong enough, he turned on me. He took everything.”

The night I was kidnapped, I was about to leave the house to bring her dinner. "Why are you glaring at me? You're becoming more and more like that Danica. Remember this—Raven is the sister you grew up with. Danica was raised on a farm in the countryside—she's rough and vulgar. What kind of decent child could she be? "Do you know how many people have birthdays on October 3rd? That doesn't mean it's her. A silver necklace? I don't believe she could afford that—she probably stole the money. If she turned into a thief, she might as well be dead."

"Talk fast. I’ve got a low tolerance for losers." "I have Dominic’s throat in my hand," Victor leaned in, his voice a jagged growl. "I know which captains are ready to flip and which ones need a bullet. You’re playing bank games at the top. I’m the one who can actually rip his heart out on the street." "You couldn't even keep yourself out of a cage, Victor. Why the hell should I trust a stray dog?" "Because Dominic knows how to fight a shark like you. He has no idea how to fight a ghost like me." Victor’s eyes burned with a desperate, violent light. "I know his triggers. I know where he hides his sins. Do you want the East Pier or not?"

"Blake—" "WHERE IS SHE?" "She's at her apartment. But you can't just—" He was already gone. I found him twenty minutes later, his hands wrapped around Lydia's throat, her body pinned against the wall of her living room. Her eyes were bulging. Her face was turning blue. Her hands clawed uselessly at his arms. "Blake!" I grabbed his shoulder. "Blake, stop! You'll kill her!" "That's the point." His wolf was fully surfaced now— "She killed Elena. She stole her heart. She took everything from me."

He looked up and immediately noticed I was upset. “Why was Victor someone’s guardian twenty years ago?” I asked, holding up the paper. Blake went completely pale. “Where did you find that?” I refused to answer. “It does not matter.” He gently took my wrist. Not aggressively, but desperately. “Please stop digging before someone gets hurt.” “People keep telling me to stop,” I said. “No one tells me why.” Blake let go. He almost told me everything. I could see it in his eyes. Instead he said quietly, “Because once you know the truth… you will not be able to hate the right person.”