Viktor Hargreeves Novels & Stories

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?"

One that warned me of danger, but I didn't know whether it was of him or something else entirely. But then I could see the strain that was in his face, the way he clenched his hand. The way his cheek twitched. He was angry and I could tell that he was doing his best to try and not show it to his pack members, though I did not understand why he was caring about a bunch of rogues. They often tried to do something like this. They often tried to break in. Why would he care about that? Why would he bother himself about that? The sigil carved into the rogue’s chest gleamed dark and cruel against the torchlight. I stared at the moment too long. Got it, Trying to figure out what it meant. It was a m

“I’ve been having these strange dreams more often than normal Vi and I’m afraid that, something terrible may happen on my birthday and, Ichabod, there is something about him as well.” “Something about him? Like apart from him being white and hot?” “Yes, apart from those two, I think he may know something that I don’t know.” “About what?” She swallowed. “You remember the night I and Tracy almost had an accident and I told you I saw a man?” “Yea, you said you saw the silhouette of a man.” Harmony rolled her eyes, “yes, I think the man might be Ichabod.” “Are you drunk?” Harmony sighed, “no, I’m not but I still think Ichabod knows something he is not telling me. The other time I could have swor

Blood drips from their daggers onto the stone floor. My heart stops. Time seems to stretch. One of them—the muscular one—shuts the door behind him. "You were right about her, Vladimir," the ratlike one remarks. "She’s truly a beauty." He inhales deeply and grins. "Mm. So sweet and innocent as well." "Aye." Vladimir’s thin lips twist into a sinister smile. "But not for long." I leap from the four-poster bed, nearly tripping over the covers. I snatch the letter opener from my bedside table and hold it out in front of me. Despite being made of silver, it’s a feeble weapon against three bloodthirsty Wolves.

"A girl who suddenly speaks perfect English. A daughter who tries to send the strongest Lord of the council into a mountain of C4." He stopped directly in front of me, leaning in until our noses almost touched. "Or perhaps," Zima whispered, "Rai had nothing to do with this. Because Rai Kirov is currently unconscious in a room three miles from the data center. Which leaves us with the question... who the hell are you?" Viktor stood up, his shadow stretching across the floor like a shroud. "The mask is very good, darling," Viktor purred, pulling a combat knife from his belt. "But the heart... the heart always beats too fast when you're lying to a Volkov.”

The day Logan returned from the dead, I knew something wasn't right. He hadn't survived alone. Someone had hidden him, someone powerful. So I hired the best private intelligence firm money could buy. Their assignment was simple. It was to find everyone connected to Logan Williams, that was how I discovered he was linked with the Hargroves. Weeks became months, and most leads went nowhere. Then one investigator found an old insurance report from twenty-five years earlier. One name kept appearing in sealed records, Victor Hale. Former security chief, officially retired and unofficially...gone.

"Sleeping rough in the botanical gardens. One of my people saw him but didn't approach because we thought spooked was worse than alone." "Was there any hunter activity in the area?" Noah asked. "Nothing official. But there's been an independent operative asking questions in the area. Not a council hunter, operates solo." Patrick's expression tightened. "Goes by the name Hargrove. He's got a reputation for going after young kitsunes specifically. Thinks they're the easiest targets." Yuna felt sick. "How long has he been in the area?" "Four days. Which is two days before Owen disappeared from the safe house." Patrick set down his mug. "Either Owen sensed him and ran, or Hargrove found him and

Chapter 2: The Hunter's Burden Amidst the fearful whispers, young Gabriel Devereaux, a skilled hunter, felt an unrelenting pull to protect his village. Haunted by the memory of his father's disappearance during a previous full moon, Gabriel vowed to uncover the truth and rid Ravenswood of the curse that plagued them. Armed with his father's silver dagger and unwavering determination, Gabriel set forth on his perilous journey. Chapter 3: The Enigmatic Stranger