Who Played Victoria In Twilight Eclipse Novels & Stories

she whispered. Later that night, after Liam was asleep, Victoria sat in the study with a glass of wine and a folder full of notes on Celeste Moreau. The woman was a ghost—multiple identities, no fixed address, a history of inserting herself into wealthy families only to tear them apart from the inside. But ghosts could be exorcised. Victoria picked up her phone and dialed a number she hadn't used in years. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "Director Vance. It's Victoria Hamilton. I need a favor."

Elena watched a blurred human shape cross the frame, then a clearer figure—taloned in heels—sweep into view. “Hannah, freeze it at 4:03,” Damian said. Hannah tapped. The frame locked. The figure in the frame steadied—it was Victoria. Her coat was draped over an arm; she passed the desk with purposeful steps. She paused near PC-14, looked down, and then—this is what made Elena’s throat close—she tapped the keyboard. Victoria’s head turned slightly as if checking the corridor, then she moved on. “Is that Victoria?” Elena whispered, the word spilled like an accusation and a plea.

“He did this! Damien Vance! And her—Flora Hawthorne! She was part of it from the beginning!” The agents exchange glances but say nothing. Victoria's voice rises, teetering between fury and desperation. “You’ll see! You’ll all see! I’m not the villain here!” She digs her heels in as they drag her toward the elevator, marble slick beneath her designer shoes. Her dignity slips with every struggling step. The cameras capture it all. The last image of Victoria Hale broadcast to the world: a woman screaming, smeared mascara tracking down her face, shackled and defeated.

Elijah followed immediately, matching her pace, posture stiff, expression formal. I exchanged a look with Mark. Even he looked thrown by the dynamic. Inside, the warehouse was cold enough to sting my lungs. A table had been cleared at the center, papers and maps ready for whatever meeting Elijah had arranged. Victoria—she hadn’t said her name yet, but Elijah told me before we left the house—approached the table with the ease of someone stepping behind a throne. “Tell me everything,” she said without looking up. I gave her the briefest rundown of Ostara’s abduction.

The room grew darker as the eclipse started. Amara suddenly screamed – not in pain but in power. Blue light exploded from her body, blasting Luther and Viktor backward. "Elias!" she called out. "I can't control it!" The blue light spread across the room like waves. Wherever it touched, The Mother's followers fell to their knees. I fought off Dorian and raced toward Amara, avoiding the pulsing energy. I had to reach her before the eclipse hit totality. Just as my fingers touched the straps holding her down, Viktor tackled me from the side.

“You need to run, Luna. You need to hold on to him and run.” I heard her say as she encouraged her. Marissa, Tatiana, pushed her toward the window. I watched, paralyzed, as Evelyn leapt through it with Damon in her arms. Then the fire surged. I saw my Tatiana’s hands pressed against the glass, skin blistering, eyes locked on mine. And then… The floor gave way. Her body vanished into the flame. And all I had left was the sound of my men shouting, and the last memory of her eyes, filled not with fear, but with peace.

[Sera] I step out of the elevator, my bandaged wrist throbbing like a bad reminder, and there she is. Victoria Thorn. Standing in the hallway like she owns the damn building—which, let's be real, she probably could if she wanted to. Her white cashmere coat hugs her figure perfectly. And her hair is flawless, waves cascading like she just stepped out of a salon ad. Meanwhile, I'm over here in my wrinkled coat, hair frizzed from a day of steam and sweat, looking like the before picture in a makeover show.

“You said yourself she was only five when her mother died but she was in the car that day. Do you think Lucas knows that Talia is her daughter?” Viktor shrugs. “I doubt it. She’s been using a different name for many years. It’s unlikely he’s made the connection yet, but it’s only a matter of time until he does. If her mother’s name was on that list, he wanted her dead for a reason. Now we just have to figure out what that reason was.” “Do you have any leads?” I ask. “I believe I may have found because I reached out to Adrian,” he informs me. “You may remember him from your younger years. Does Adrian Volkov sound familiar?”

Klein responded urgently, “Bring it before the Enforcers at once. Let the moon reveal the truth.” A playback crystal was activated, and the pack crowded around the shimmering light. The image showed Victoria standing by the churning rapids, deep in conversation with Noemi. Abruptly, a figure blurred into the frame—a wolf in shimmering silver silk—and violently shoved Victoria into the white water.

A hush fell over the entire ballroom. A sharp, brilliant spotlight snapped onto the top of the grand staircase. At the center of the light stood Kai, his commanding presence instantly drawing every eye in the room. But my breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t alone. Clinging tightly to his arm was a woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful, wearing a silver gown that shimmered like diamonds under the spotlight. I recognized her instantly from the business magazines—Victoria Vance, the icy, elegant heiress to a massive global conglomerate. A woman of old money and immense social standing. Her smile was radiant, triumphant, as she leaned slightly into his side.