Victor Cast Novels & Stories

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Hector already had a serious grudge against Bradley, so the man's smug tone instantly set him off again. He lifted his foot, ready to send Bradley sprawling across the floor, when Victoria stopped him. "What do you think you're doing, Hector? Get out of here. And take that idiot with you. You're all getting in the way of my work!" Even the other swimsuit models joined in. "Ew, Vicky, that's your husband? Talk about massive ingratitude. He can't even make enough money so you don't have to work, and now he's causing a scene just to protect his fragile ego. Pathetic. That's a red flag, sis."

Victor caught it like it was nothing. "I already had the original suit and got it tailored," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "She had two suits, Anne!" Victor shouted, absolutely vibrating. "And now I've got the Power Sword!" He ripped the helmet off so I could see his giant, ridiculous smile. "What the hell are you guys even doing?" I asked flatly. "Poses!" Victor answered like it was obvious. "Join us or be vanquished!" Yesenia struck a dramatic, stupid pose next to him. "He's better than me at this. I should take lessons."

Hopefully, Val’s okay. No one says a word for the next couple of minutes. Once we’re a distance away, Victor finds his composure. His dark ruddy skin gains color, and his mouth loses its tightness. Victor is a tall, lanky man with dark eyes, thin lips, and a full beard. Several thick golden chains adorn his chest, along with gold rings on several of his fingers. He’s wearing a gold watch around his wrist, a yellow button-down t-shirt opens in the chest, and his gray slacks are pressed. Giving Maleah the once over, he places a hand on her headrest and whispers. “So we meet again, my beauty.” Maleah cringes away when he takes a tendril of her hair and sniffs it.

He reached for his throwing blades, but they were jammed. Victor made the decision in a split second and reached for Veritás. As it sprouted from the captain’s chest he realized who Victor really was and paled as he died. Victor lifted himself out of the hole and retrieved the blade, cleaned it, and made sure that another throwing knife appeared to have been used as the entire company rushed toward the bridge. Victor noticed a gash on his leg and encouraged the blood to flow rather than stopping it and adopted a rather pronounced limp.

She instinctively grabbed Carter’s hand. Carter squeezed back. “It’s okay,” she whispered though she looked just as startled. Suddenly, a deep, commanding voice cut through the noise. “Stop this nonsense.” Victor. He stepped forward, his expression dark and controlled. “You people believe anything you see online?” But they didn’t stop. They kept shouting questions, pushing microphones closer. Victor knew answering them would only fuel more speculation and possibly damage his reputation further. Without hesitation, he reached for Zara’s hand.

Without Victor’s army we are sure to lose. Suddenly the loudest roar that I have ever heard sounds off in the distance. The fighting all around me comes to a stop and I open my eyes slowly to see Victor and his group of rogue warriors running into the fight. Joining the side of the Kingdom’s citizens, Victor’s rogues take down the castle guards one by one. Fighting like they have been training their whole lives for this moment. Several of the castle guards run towards Victor and without hesitation he rips their throats from their necks. Victor comes running to my side and wraps his arms around me. Another roar erupts from his chest and everyone on the battle ground bows in respect. Loo

He tilted his head, studying me like I was some math problem he half-remembered how to solve. “Just kidding,” he said with a scoff, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Liora, right?” Then he spat on the ground near my feet, scraping it in with the sole of his boot like my name was something dirty. I didn’t flinch. I gave a small nod, barely noticeable, more to myself than anyone else. “We’ve come this far without a single problem, sweet pie,” Victor said coolly, leaning one shoulder against the alley wall. “So can you tell me why the hell haven’t I been credited for the past two weeks?”

His knee bounced a steady rhythm, and his fingers twitched like he was texting in his head. Finally, the door crashed open with all the subtlety of a SWAT raid. Victor stepped in, hood up, eyes fever-bright behind thick glasses. He carried a battered laptop under one arm, cords snaking out of his backpack like intestines. He nodded at Grant, then at me, but didn’t speak until the door was locked and bolted behind him. “Sorry I’m late, Alpha.” Victor’s voice was higher than I expected, almost reedy, like he’d been running on nothing but nicotine and adrenaline for days. “Had to lose a tail.”

Madam C shoots me a look that has me scampering out of the kitchen and making my way to the emergency ward. Victor is awake and in exaggerated pain. “What did you do to me? This shit hurts,” he barks as soon as I step into the room, gripping his arm like he just got shot “I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything to cause you pain. That should be the Desanti’s,” I tell him and his eyes widen, distrust coating his facial features. He’s big, just like Christian, Seb and Ricardo, and has slight similar features with them, like the face shape and long nose. I think he’s a Roman too.