Victor Von Doom Powers Novels & Stories

'Testing my newfound ability,' Nala responded, her voice resonating within me. Struggling to breathe, the vampire fought against the invisible force. The gravity in the vicinity seemed to warp as objects began to rise. It was telekinesis. But just as suddenly as it began, the vampire's head dropped, the gravitational pull released. She crumbled into ashes, disintegrating in my hands.

she says. I pull her into a tight hug, “She said should – she never said you will lose your powers?” I ask her. She pulls back from me, “The Moon Goddess definitely said should, but what else would she mean but to take my powers away? It was wrong of me, as a healer, to take a life Adam,” she says trying to make me understand.

He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway. Matteo Ferraro. Enforcer of the Valenti Syndicate. Dominant, commanding, and armed with authority and clout that made grown men flinch. He was currently scoffing internally at a situation he found deeply ratchet: being ordered-around and dismissed by an eighteen-year-old with a candy stick. The whole arrangement icked-out something irritated in him. He was lowkey-pissed and pressed in the most cooked, sus way imaginable. A genuine power-move from a teenager, sitting wrong in every level of the hierarchy he had spent years earning his place within.

With two fingers, I begin to make circles there, stimulating myself, and, unable to bear the desire that overwhelms me any longer, I penetrate myself with the penis-shaped vibrator. My moans begin to echo through the room and I try to control myself not to scream, which is almost impossible. I continue this delicious in-and-out motion, feeling the vibration on the inside of my clit. I bring my hand to one of my breasts, squeezing it, imagining it to be Justin. He's talking dirty things in my ear, driving me crazy. I climax, spasming and feeling the walls of my pussy contract, squeezing the vibrator. I'm panting. Soon exhaustion hits me, like waves of relief and satisfaction, so I black out.

Does he possess any telekinesis powers or is it that he is able to move so fast even for my werewolf's eyes to detect? I was all of a sudden clothed in fear and I could even see fear and worry dancing all over the notorious hunter, Victor's eyes though he tried to still act composed and calm. “You are good I will hand it to you but do you know who I am? I am Victor Blade! The monster slayer!! If you don't want to be one more slayed monster by my hand I suggest you turn around and leave," Victor threatened the strange vampire but he didn't look phased at all.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” “I’m a healer.” “You’re more than a healer.” He pushed off the door and took a slow step toward me. “I’ve known healers. Powerful ones. None of them could do what you did. None of them could channel power through a mate bond to burn venom out of someone’s blood.” I held his gaze. “What’s your point, Vicktor?” “My point is that I don’t know what you’re capable of.” He stopped a few feet away, close enough that I could see the lines around his eyes, the grey in his beard. “And I don’t like not knowing. Especially when I’ve thrown my lot in with you.”

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

The heavy gunfire abruptly stopped less than three seconds later, leaving a suffocating, ringing silence in the dark alleyway as all five Russian enforcers laid completely dead in a massive pool of dark blood at Damien's expensive combat boots. Damien threw his smoking rifle carelessly onto the ground and marched directly toward me with a completely feral, bloodthirsty rage burning so intensely in his golden eyes that I instinctively took a terrified step backward until my spine hit the cold metal of the SUV. He reached me in two massive strides and violently grabbed both of my shoulders, slamming my back forcefully against the armored door before he crushed his heavy, soaking wet body compl

There was just something about him I couldn't pinpoint. Something scary. Something magnetic. Did I see him somewhere before? He is a Victor.... Did I see him on TV? Or maybe I was not a weak person, but, his look screamed crazy. I let out a shuddered breath that I didn't realize I was holding. There was just something about how he looked at me. It was, as if, he wanted to burn everything down. It made me suspect that he was one of those men. The men who liked to watch the world burn.