Victor Blake Novels & Stories

“I did what you asked. I’m done. Am I free now?” “Nay,” he replied evenly. “You still sound bitter. You sound like a man who was denied a meal.” I let out a short, bark-like laugh. Victor Blake was one of the only men on this earth who could talk to me like that and keep his head on his shoulders. We’d been reckless teenagers together, once. He chose the mind; I chose the fist. “You enjoy this, don’t you?” I asked. “Pretending you’ve domesticated the wolf.”

Victoria Blake stood behind me, somehow having bypassed all our security. "How did you—" "I have been breaking into buildings since I was twelve. Your security is good, but not that good." She moved closer, hands visible and empty. "I came because I knew. Knew you would be here, contemplating the easy way out." "It is not easy. It is logical. James is right. I am defending a monster. My father murdered my mother. Everything I believed is a lie. So what is the point? What am I even fighting for?" "Those are excellent questions." Victoria sat on the roof edge, legs dangling over five stories of nothing. "Want to know what I think?"

“This ends now. You will never come near my family again.” Ivan sneered, but his defiance crumbled as Victor pressed a blade to his throat. He stabbed on his stomach right side to injure him. Victor leaned closer; his voice cold. “This is me showing mercy. If I ever hear your name again, I’ll destroy everything you’ve ever built.” By dawn, the Black Phoenix network had been pulled apart, their power broken. Victor returned home to find Olivia waiting for him. The moment she saw him, she ran into his arms.

“Leak that she was still sleeping in my bed weeks before she ran to Blake. Twist it. Let the world question her loyalty. Scandal sells, Victor. And doubt ruins queens faster than any sword.” Victor grinned. “Cruel. I like it.” I stood again, pacing, fury boiling beneath my skin. “She thinks she’s safe behind Blake’s walls. But walls can crumble. I’ll plant people inside. His employees, her colleagues—everyone has a price. And when I find the weakest link, I’ll pull until their empire collapses.” Victor chuckled low. “That’s the Liam I know. Ruthless. Dangerous.”

Blake shook his head denying and pressed her more tightly against his chest before starting to explain anxiously, " No..No.. Victoria...I know that you would be a lovely mother..I believe in you and I don't blame you an inch for loosing the child. He wasn't fated to be born in our family. That's it. I am glad that you have returned to me, to us and your family. Your father must be waiting for days to meet you." Victoria was convinced and clamed down after Blake's words. She appeared a little calm before her focus shifted on Veronica whose eyes were teared up after hearing out Victoria's suffering in Raven Mafias Territory.

His eyes grew a size bigger when they landed on her fingers imprinted cheek. Did someone hit her? And the thought makes his teeth grind in pure fury. Blaze hit her. His mind concluded. That bastard dared to raise his hand on her. How badly he wants that that piece of a shit was alive and he would have used different techniques and kill him for the millionth times. He would have cut down his hands and fed the dogs of his estate. But before he did that deed, Victor killed him. “The screen is broken. I got it beside the tree.” Victor showed him the cell phone and placed the packet she was carrying beside their sitting place.

I inquired, and he sighed softly. "We are actually going after Mr. Viktor, a young politician who happens to be one of the members of the group we are up against," he began. "Oscar believes Viktor is a very smart man and must hold a top rank in the gang, one of the reasons why Blake would keep him close to his dirty secrets," he explained, and I suddenly became more interested. After all, this was the first time we were having a conversation where we weren’t biting each other's heads off.

I cried as I knelt down on the cold floor while rain poured heavily on me. By the time the rain stopped, I was shivering profusely. My body was aching and burning with excruciating pain. “Beatrice,” I opened my eyes weakly as I heard his calm yet dangerous voice. “Ethan,” I called. “I forgot to tell you something. I thought I could keep you as a slave in my pack but it seems you don't deserve anything.” “I, Ethan Wood, the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, reject Beatrice Blake as my mate,” he said and I gasped out in shock.

He grunted while spitting blood. "Who?" Yang growled at him. "I don't know her name, I got the money and call." He cried. "Give me your phone!" Yang snatched the phone from him and called on the number. After few rings it was answered but no one was speaking. He placed the gun on attackers head. "You know the person... Either you speak or I pull the bullet!" He threatened. "Mira Thakur!" The man confessed in panic. Damon clenched his jaw.

“There was a… group. A bad group. They are the reason for the old numbers. But they are gone now. I promise you.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Gone? What does ‘gone’ mean? Did they move to another city? Did they retire?” I took a deep breath. This was it. My final card. “Their leader. His name was Victor. Victor Blackwood. He was the head of the snake. And he has been… taken care of.” The anger on Richard's face changed. It was not just anger now. It was disgust. It was horror. He took a step back from me, as if I were something dirty.