Victor Cast Novels & Stories

I will not look down or look elsewhere because that will mean I accepted defeat. But he does look handsome, though. I’ll give the fucker that. He looks more handsome than he was when he was a teenager, and hotter, I guess. Victor stands at six feet three with a muscular, powerful build typical of the royal vampire bloodline. He has light blond hair done in a neat buzzcut with a slight fade, light silver eyes, pointy ears and a round, symmetrical face. His lips are full, his jaw sharply defined. Damn, he has gotten hotter over the years.

**Victor Kane. Her dad’s best friend since college. At 47, Victor was the definition of rugged masculinity — tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp jawline, and piercing steel-gray eyes that always seemed to see too much. He had a powerful, athletic build from years of staying in peak condition, and an air of quiet authority that made people listen when he spoke.

Silas sneered, waving the remote toward the helicopter. Victor wasn’t dead. Metal gleamed under his ripped suit—he’d worn a vest. He rolled away and dashed for the chopper, its engine howling. “I don’t need the briefcase!” Victor shouted from the doorway. “I have the remote! If I can’t have the genius, I’ll blow everything up! Goodbye, Romanos!” He smashed the button. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. Victor’s face twisted in confusion. June lifted the glass tube of blue liquid. “You forgot something, Victor. The remote only works if the liquid’s in the system. And I’m not giving it to you.”

They would roast him easily and it was too early for him to die. Aaron chuckled at Arthur's reply and shook his head. He nonchalantly swished his hand as if to dismiss what Arthur has just claimed. With an albeit insincere apologetic smile, he elaborated, "Victor is short for Victory. I may have shortened her name to Victor so that you'd agree to her using your room." His lips curved into a wide grin, exposing his pearly white teeth to his brother.

He slipped past the main skirmishes, his target clear—the estate’s control room. Inside, Chris worked furiously to keep the system running, unaware of Victor’s approach. Victor entered quietly, his presence startling Chris. “What are you doing here?” Chris asked, his voice wary. Victor held up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax. I’m on your side. But I need access to the estate’s communication system.” Chris hesitated. “Why?” Victor’s expression darkened. “Because I know Adrian. He’s watching this unfold, and I need to send him a message.”

I raised my fist and swung it straight toward his face. Just as my punch was about to land, a dull, crushing pain exploded at the back of my head. I turned around. Aurora was standing there holding a steel pipe, glaring at me viciously. "Rowan! As long as I’m around, don't you dare bully Kieran!" Blood streamed down the back of my head as I staggered backward. Kieran seized the chance to grab the steel pipe from her hands. Again and again, he slammed it down onto my body.

Click Victor switched off the phone and blocked Carly's number. He was fed up now, and honestly, this hurt Victor personally. Who would want to be in Victor's position? He already believed Carly loved him, but behind all that, Carly only used him. And recently, he discovered the fact that Carly used her power to manipulate company data. Fortunately, Victor's confidential company data has not been leaked to his rival, who is a close friend of Carly's father. ****

And another. Victor began to shake. He pushed himself up, dragging his broken body toward his wheelchair, “Nyx. Listen to me.” He tried to regain his composure, but I could hear the quiver in his voice, “You… you can’t do this. These formulas, they’re unstable. They could kill me.” I turned to face him, my expression blank, “Good.” Then, with swift precision, I lunged, slamming my foot down on his wrist just as he reached for the wheelchair. He cried out, his bones crunching under my weight.

When I turned back to face him, he wore a peculiarly blank expression. “You can't, you're only 5'4” he retorted. Ha! “Funny, but I'm not going to bet on a losing fight. Damon is ten times stronger than I can ever be, and you know it.” “And I'm stronger than he can ever be,” Victor declared, rising from his seat and circling the table to approach me. “It would be fun if you sat and watched me tear him limb from limb.” I turned away, gazing out of the window. “Did anyone ever tell you that you have a very disturbingly weird choice of words?”

“What are... What are you talking about, Wyatt? I’m not the one who kidnapped Maeve! Wyatt, you got to listen to me!” My grip around his throat tightens until his face turns red. Defeat lit up his eyes until it’s replaced with frustration. He chants something strange, widening his eyes when he realized it’s not working. Is he trying to use his ability or something? “Why isn’t it working on you?” Victor sounds terrified. His expression turns calculating, and he wet his lips, breathing words. The irises in his eyes won’t stop darting around, scheming. “Maybe I have to try harder...”