Viktor Hargreeves Novels & Stories

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

"That's my first concern, y‍es." I looked a‍t him.‍ "What d⁠id you‌ just‍ do?" He came around⁠ the desk and sat on the edge of it, arms crossed, looking at me a⁠c⁠ross the ro⁠om. "Victor has four primary assets fund⁠ing the Hargro⁠ve‌ operation‍,‌" he said. "Two of them are structured thro‍ugh a registered agent in th⁠e Caymans who has bee‌n look‍ing f‍o⁠r a reason to exit that r‌elationship for abo‌ut eight m‍onths‌. I gave h‍im one."

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

"I've contacted everyone we know. Security teams, legal contacts and private investigators. Everyone who owes us a favor." Lennon looked at the tablet. "What are they telling you?" "The same thing. Hargrave has been planning this for years, he has assets scattered across three continents. He has people in place who will do whatever he asks." Lennon set his coffee down. "Then we need to find his weak point." Damien studied the map. "Everyone has a weak point. Hargrave's is his ego, he can't stand the thought of losing. He's been humiliated once and he won't let it happen again."

“Stop apologizing. You matter too. Don’t you dare forget that.” I clung to her for a moment, burying my face against her shoulder, wishing I could believe her. --- Back at the Den, Viktor summoned me to his office. He was pacing, and he looked angry. “Did you know,” he snapped, “that the masked man was Elliot Silvercrest, the Silvermoon Alpha heir?” I froze. How did he find out? I nodded slowly, there was no point in lying. Viktor slammed his hand against the desk. “And you didn’t think that was worth telling me?”

“…or extremely suspicious.” The car door opened. A man in a dark suit stepped out. Tall. Calm. Perfectly composed. He walked toward them slowly. “Mr. Hale.” Adrian didn’t move. “Who are you?” The man smiled politely. “My name is Victor Grant.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “That’s a suspiciously powerful name.” The man ignored him. “I represent Obsidian.” Emily felt her heartbeat skip. So they hadn’t even reached the city yet. And Obsidian had already found them.

They died instantly, the same fate they planned for him. I knew exactly how Gavrael had found out their plot just from hearing the story. Most of them didn’t know that he was strong enough to invade any mind despite not being linked through pack connection. The same way he could use Alpha command on shifters that weren’t part of his rogue pack. His powers were on another level and I bet he knew of their plan before they even prepared the meal and served it. It was probably hilarious to him to watch their expression when he told them to eat the food, to watch the exact moment they realised that they had been caught when they were so close to their goal. I’m sure he could have just quietly exe