Vigilante Oc Novels & Stories

I arrange the class for all the maids in my mansion, because again, there are so many talented people in my house, and loyalty with me as their lord. I head out to my office, as I check the daily reports. Daniel is here, for a long time I don’t meet my mentor. If I shake hand with Walton family, Victor shakes hand with Black Veil group, and they attack our Diamond group. Daniel comes to discuss with me about that struggle. I gather a group of vigilantes who believe in taking justice into their own hands to protect their community. Many people see them as outlaws. The police and government hunt them, but they prove useful when official channels fail.

"Victor wants war? We bring it to him. We find him first. We end this. Permanently." "With what army? The Iron Wolves are scattered—" "Then we rebuild. Fast. Dirty. Whatever it takes." Damien looked at Cassidy. "You in?" "Bull would want Victor dead. So yes. I am in." Arnold hesitated. Then nodded. "Officially, I cannot support vigilante justice. Unofficially?" He handed Damien a file. "Victor's known associates. Last confirmed locations. Communication intercepts. Everything we have." "You are risking your career—"

Marcus asked, just to confirm. "I want them inside. I want them confident. I want them thinking they're winning." Alaric watched the tactical display as red blips....Vigil operatives moved deeper into the estate. "Then we close the doors. And we destroy them." *** Archer's POV The Vigil breached the fence like they'd trained a thousand times. Black tactical gear. Supernatural combat specialists. Armed with silver weapons. Fey-forged ammunition. Everything designed to kill werewolves. Archer was waiting for them.

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.

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

“Maddock sent sixteen vigils after your visit, but the trail was lost before they recovered any further clues. They’ve been suspended since then, and Maddock has been stripped of his title.” Lucianne blinked repeatedly before she found her voice again and asked, “I’m sorry, what?” She suspended sixteen vigils and a viscount?! Well, now a former-viscount. The vigil-suspension came as a shock because vigils were not just policemen, but high-ranking investigative officers who were talentedly-skilled and trustworthy figures, loyal only to the imperial family. A vampire had to have served for at least a century AND done some form of noble work to even be considered for this exclusive club.

The victim to the victor “Does he know about the vigilante group?” Star asked, taking a seat in Mr. Pollock’s office. “No, not as far as we’re aware, there hasn’t been any mention of it on the dark web and they’re hardly being careful with their actions.” Roger pointed out. “Okay, then my presence here isn’t suspicious if they’re keeping tabs on me.” Ray nodded. “We have eyes in the front, if someone from The Academy comes in, we’ll know.” Star was satisfied with his answer.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

“As you have already figured out, I am your mysterious benefactor. The entire mess outside would have been easily avoidable had you not let your pride get the better of you. But that is not what’s important here. I am here for an issue I need thoroughly investigated. After all, you hold the most powerful force in this city. You can get the information that no one else can. I need all the information on an accident that happened five years ago outside Creedmoor City Hospital involving a couple named Zach Garrett and his wife Rachel Kent. I need everything you can get on the perpetrators, the masterminds, and anyone else involved in the accident.” “This issue is of utmost importance so no one

They had a pyre in mind. The vigilantes entered the clearing, hollering with excitement as they spotted us. "Witches! Demon Whores! Devil Sluts!" My father shot a revolted look at the revellers and they fell silent. Hope rose in my heart. Perhaps he would defend me yet. The group stopped just short of the outer ring of our pentagram, looking a little uneasy now that they could see the occult symbol. "Gentlemen," Krimeya sneered the word, "If your intentions are not peaceful, you would all do best to turn around now and go home. Though you outnumber us many times, I think we all know that this is not a fight in your favour."