Victor Blake Novels & Stories

Goddess, this was so confusing. "Charlotte, can you ask you something?" "Anything." "Did Blake purposely have my father killed? Was he really a traitor?" "Viktor did it. When Blake was a boy he told his father he knew you were his fated. He was so happy with chubby cheeks as he smiled proudly how the both of you would rule this pack one day. Viktor was not happy though. Your father found out too and started leaking information to our enemy. Marcus was a young man at the time, but he was ambitious to avenge his father's death and eliminate Lycans from this world.

On top of that he has a new mate and she has adopted a child from the dead King of Vampires and a dead Council witch. When Allie goes missing in the middle of a regular day, accusations flies around like punches to the gut. Blake suspects everyone of being a spy, and Damien has a task of proving his loyalty as well as finding his missing Alpha female, when his own mate, Tabatha suddenly is nowhere to be found. Everything worsen when Talia dissapears as the third victime of something no one can make sense of.

Her image convulsed one last time before blinking out entirely. The platform darkened. Silence fell. Victor backed away, hands shaking not with guilt but euphoria. “You think you’ve been protecting her all this time, Damien. But really, you’ve just been delaying the inevitable. The world doesn’t need a fragile queen. It needs a digital god.” Damien surged forward despite the pain, tackling Victor into the corner. They collided with the server wall, fists flying. Victor fought back hard, trained, and brutal. The two men grappled, grunted, and cursed— neither holding back.

In his place stood something more intense. More personal. “You’re chasing ghosts,” he said. “Maybe.” “But Damian is still the same man.” Evelyn studied him. “You sound certain.” “I am.” “And how exactly do you know that?” Victor didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer. Too close. His voice lowered. “Because I’ve watched him for years.” Something in his tone made her pause. Victor continued slowly. “Five years ago, when that fire happened… I saw exactly who Damian Blackwood was.”

We were seconds away from a full-blown fight fists raised, breathing heavy when a security guard’s voice boomed from across the quad. “Break it up! Now!” Sophia released me with a final shove, straightening her clothes and shooting me a murderous glare. “This isn’t over, Blake. You think you’re winning because Vale defended you once? He’ll get bored of your desperate ass soon enough. And when he does, I’ll be there to watch you crumble.” She spun on her heel and stormed off with Lila, both of them throwing insults over their shoulders. I stood there breathing hard, hair messy and shoulder throbbing from where she’d grabbed me. A small crowd had formed, murmuring and recording. I didn’t care.

Because of his brother's actions, Blake Jones’s life becomes a nightmare. She is to become the Alpha’s slave, but the man hates her and is ready to make her life a living hell. The ruthless Alpha drives Blake to the brink of death several times. Not being able to recognize her as his mate, and his hatred of being controlled, make him a cold, bitter, angry wolf. There is only one thing that can guarantee Blake’s escape: A son. But what will happen when the man she despises and has turned her life into a living hell realizes she is the woman he loves?

I can’t play referee between them right now, and to be honest, Michell will just end up in the freaking ICU. “I’m not going on a date. He works with me and we’re just having dinner.” “Yeah, and I just fucked a girl!” he said without blinking. My heart dropped and the knife he pushed inside my heart last night twisted and it’s bleeding without stopping. “Go home, Blake.” I turned around, and he hit his fist through he’s window, making me jump when the glass broke. Michell walked closer, but I shook my head for him to stay away. “I’m sorry. I will see you at work tomorrow.” I said to Michell, who looks concerned about the way Blake is acting.

He found out, eventually, who I am the night of the full moon a few weeks after he rescued me. I can't recall what happened that night but I can never forget his steady voice in my head calling out my name "Victor" nonstop. It was a name he gave me days after rescuing me, which means Superior. When I asked why he chose to call me "Victor," he said that it will remind him of the night he found me. He wasn't afraid of the critter inside of me and knowing that he wasn't scared of me, I felt safer and in control of who I am.

My voice trailed off, choked with remorse and confusion. Nero approached me cautiously, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding. "I know, Blake. It's a lot to take in. But it is true. If Scarlett had come clean to me that night that she wasn't the one who attacked your mother, I wouldn't have left you at the mercy of Loki... I thought... I thought you would have been better with your father because of the guilt that was eating me alive every time I looked at you and thought I was the reason you were motherless-"

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.