Victor Cast Novels & Stories

Because of that, her previous wound started bleeding again, and she blacked out due to blood loss. When she woke up, she realised that she was lying on a soft bed like clouds. Later, she met a handsome man who introduced himself as Kyle who said he was my doctor, before he could speak further, the door behind him opened and the most powerful ability user in the future walked through, Caleb Carter, as soon as she saw him she knew that she had to stick to him like glue and so she did.

The dim light of the hallway reflected on the dark marron door, which was also designed in the Victorian style. She turned the doorknob, stepping into his room slowly. His room was really dark, and she couldn't see well. In the dark, she wandered through his room, as she searched around in the dark, running her hands through the walls, trying to find the light switch. She found it and switched it on. When she did, the sight she saw was breathtaking. Damien's room was clean and beautiful, his bed a king-size, his room had only two colours, which were black and white, a beautiful combination.

And Alexandro had every reason to win. Maeron struck with a dark blade that screamed with every swing, but Alexandro dodged and retaliated, claws slicing deep into Maeron’s chest. A roar erupted from his throat as he drove his opponent back, blow after blow, until finally he landed the hit that changed it all—a feral strike across the heart. Maeron staggered. Blood gushed from his side as he dropped to one knee, panting, coughing up the centuries he had cheated death. He looked up just in time to see Serena above Solmyra, her foot pressing the witch down, her hands ready to end it all.

“Victor is your biological half-brother? From your father’s other relationship? He’s the real threat. He’s been behind the original merger collapse from the beginning? That’s the biggest twist yet. He paid the right people. He made it collapse on purpose. He wanted ValeTech. He wanted control. And now he has the contracts. The emails. The bank records. He’s been feeding Victor everything. The reforms. The changes. The board votes. He’s been on his side the entire time. He’s the enemy now? He shot at us? Right there? The family dynamic collapses right now? We fight him together. As family. For the first time.” Damien ended the call. “We fight. Together. No more secrets. The real threat is out

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Starting without me, son?” His voice was calm, but there was heat under it. Ryker didn’t stop touching me. “Couldn’t wait. She’s soaked already.” Victor locked the door. He took off his jacket and laid it neatly over the back of the leather chair. Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms. He looked so controlled. So powerful. My knees felt weak. “Come here, Madison,” Victor said. Ryker gave me a little push. I walked to Victor on shaky legs, hands still tied in front of me. He looked me up and down like I was something he’d bought. Which I guess I was.

I threw the door open and stepped over the high steel threshold, my weapon raised and locked directly on the center of the room. Victor didn't jump. He didn't even flinch. He was sitting calmly on a rusted plastic storage crate near the primary cooling lines, his back propped up against the shaking main bulkhead. The pale morning light from a small overhead utility bulb caught the jagged edges of his metal facial brace, making his features look completely distorted and ghostly. His expensive clothes were ruined, stained with black oil and grease, but his posture carried that same old, unbearable arrogance. In his right hand, resting loosely against his knee, he held a small, heavy black plas

Victor's gaze bypassed Julian entirely and landed straight on me, my face covered in blood. His pupils contracted violently. He charged forward. He kicked the bodyguard closest to me squarely in the chest. The 200-pound enforcer flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing into a catering table. Glass shattered everywhere. "Who gave you the right..." Victor roared, his voice shaking the very foundation of the room. "...to touch my daughter?!" The champagne glass in Julian's hand slipped. Crash. It shattered on the floor. Dead silence fell over the hall. In a split second, dozens of Castello enforcers drew their weapons. The cold, black muzzles were aimed squarely at Julian and Caroline.

Alexander smirked as he stood and was now nose to nose with Vic. The dark confident man took his index finger and placed it firmly under her chin. “I want you Victoria Bura…although I have heard you prefer Vic. And then of course, there are those that call you the ghost.” he finished in an almost calm whisper. Vic’s pupils looked like they were almost breathing with the amount of blood being pumped through her body from the mixture of physical threat and unspoken truth.

She was lucky I didn’t want to destroy her relationship with Nikolas. When we arrived, Nikolas opened the door for me and led me inside with his hand touching my ass. I blushed the whole way there. Once the door opened and I saw Carlo, my face fell and I tensed. I forgot about him. “Nikolas…” I begged with my eyes but he smirked as he looked at me. “You’re not saving this piece of shit, Viola.” “I’m a Mancuso!” Carlo yelled, and he received a punch from Nicco for it.

Upon entering the living room, a robust voice of a young man echoed, "Pig!" Overflowing with youthful energy, Victor exuded an air of challenging the heavens, the earth, and Valerie altogether. He was resolute, refusing to acknowledge defeat. Contrarily, Victor expected his opponent to surrender. He was unafraid of losing. As Victor liked clothing of darker colors, he dressed himself in black even during the summer. "Why were you not roasted by the sun outside?" Valerie looked at Victor on the couch. During the ride, Valerie persuaded Kieran to help her beat Victor up, but Kieran wasn't a fool. Victor was his brother-in-law, after all.