Victory Hunter

Victory Hunter's Books and Stories

The Rejected Beta's Secret: Rise of the White Wolf

Werewolf

5.0

I spent three years building the Silver Creek Pack’s defense grid, turning us into a commercial superpower. I did it all for Alpha Craig, believing that once the economy stabilized, he would finally complete our Fated Mate bond. But at the Annual Assembly, he didn't Mark me. He pulled Chanel Murphy onto the stage, draped her in red silk, and announced her as his future Luna. When I tried to leave, he used the Alpha Command to force me into submission, ordering me to design the security for his wedding to another woman. I went home to burn our memories, only to discover I was pregnant with his heir. Knowing he would steal my child to raise with Chanel, I made the agonizing choice to sever the bond myself. But Chanel wasn't satisfied with just stealing my life. She framed me for poisoning her unborn baby—a baby that didn't even exist. Craig didn't ask for proof. He didn't listen to my pleas. He used his Alpha power to crush me to the floor and performed the forbidden Blood Severing ritual, slicing his hand and mine to physically rip our souls apart. He thought he was discarding a jealous, useless Beta. He didn't know that the trauma of his rejection would shatter the seal on my bloodline, awakening the legendary White Wolf. Three months later, his pack is in ruins, his defenses are failing, and I have returned. But I’m not here to fix his mistakes. I’m standing on the stage as the Director of Project Chimera, with the most powerful Alpha King in the world holding my hand. And Craig is about to learn that you don't get a second chance with a goddess you tried to destroy.

The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife

Werewolf

3.5

While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son. Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate. An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir. Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack. Dante didn’t even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her. He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall. Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me. I heard him promise her, “Soon, my love. I’ll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve.” The love I felt for him, the power I’d hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice. He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent. And I was finally going home.

When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape

Romance

3.5

"You will be declared dead, Gregoria." That's what Agent Christian told me. My life as an FBI agent was about to end, replaced by a ghost. No contact with my past, not even my husband, Darwin. But then, a week before my staged death, I walked into our home office and saw it: Darwin's laptop, open, displaying a live video feed. My husband, shirtless, with his assistant, Elyssa Daniel. They were kissing. My world tilted. I watched, frozen, as he kissed her. The sounds they made were obscene. I recognized the unique lines of his body, the watch I gave him for our anniversary. I stumbled back, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to confront this nightmare. I hit the call button. On the screen, Darwin froze, then answered my call. "Hey, honey. What's up?" His voice, so normal, so full of lies, broke something inside me. The phone slipped from my grasp. My heart, my love, my entire world had been a lie. I spent the night on the office floor, replaying the video. The evidence of his betrayal was a digital tombstone for our marriage. Each time I watched, disgust and pain grew. I looked at my wedding ring, a mark of my foolishness, and threw it across the room. He thought I was weak, predictable. He thought I loved him so much I'd believe the sky was green. But the woman who loved Darwin Mcintosh died on that office floor. And in that moment, my mission, my fake death, felt like an escape.

A Dream Interrupted, A Life Reclaimed

Romance

5.0

The acceptance letter from Sterling & Drake Architectural Firm was more than just paper; it was my future, a dream I had worked for my entire life, bought with my mother' s last breath. But on my first day, the receptionist delivered a chilling blow: "The new junior architect position has been filled. Chelsea Hayes started this morning." My job, my mother' s legacy, was gone. Then I heard her voice, light and carefree, with my fiancé, Daniel Cole. He had given my dream to the councilman' s daughter, openly admitting, "That position was perfect for you, and you needed it." He told me, "You're going to be my wife. You won't need a career." My shock turned to blinding rage. I threw my engagement ring at him, ending our future. I left that city, anonymously reporting his unethical actions, a promise that they wouldn't get away with it. But they weren' t done. Daniel twisted the story, painting me as a crazy stalker. I faced public humiliation, insults, and a mob that destroyed my mother's cherished offer letter. I ended up in the hospital, where Daniel blamed me for Chelsea' s fake suicide attempt: "You need to apologize. Right now. Tell Chelsea you're sorry for what you've put her through." I uttered the words, "I'm sorry," betraying myself and my mother. I was utterly defeated, fleeing the city once more, but this time, thugs kidnapped and stabbed me. Daniel saved me, but then asked me to drop charges against my attackers to protect his alliance with Chelsea' s corrupt father. "No," I declared. "You are pathetic. I will not let this go." My only mistake was believing he loved me. I had nothing left, except a fierce resolve. I knew then, they had destroyed everything, but they also set me free to fight back for my mother' s legacy.

The Woman Who Killed Me, Twice

Romance

5.0

My foster mother, Martha, was dying, and the doctors' words about "end-stage liver failure" felt like a ticking clock I couldn' t stop. Then, my childhood sweetheart, Nicole, a doctor now, offered a lifeline: half a million dollars for Martha' s transplant, but with one chilling condition: "Marry me, Ethan." Blinded by desperation, I jumped at the chance, believing her, but Martha died on the operating table, and I soon discovered Nicole' s cruel betrayal – my supposed bride was actually using Martha' s liver for her politician lover, Caleb, all while laughing at my naiveté. The sound of my heart shattering was drowned out only by the screech of tires as my car crashed, ending my miserable life in an instant, leaving me with a burning question: How could the woman I loved so completely be such a monster? But then, I opened my eyes, finding myself back at the exact moment she offered the check, the same chilling proposal on her lips, and this time, I knew exactly what to do.

No Mercy For The Betrayer

Xuanhuan

3.5

I was murdered on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death, and it wasn't by a stranger. My own brother, Matthew, stood by while his girlfriend, Sabrina, and her boyfriend, Anthony, took their time ending my life in a derelict motel room. Why? Because I got back the $100,000 Sabrina scammed from my foolish brother, and they called it "harassment." After I was gone, Matthew even helped them get reduced charges, painting them as victims. The cold betrayal broke something in me forever. Then, I woke up. It was the exact day Matthew first came to me, tears streaming, confessing Sabrina had scammed him out of $100,000. Echoes of the past, a chilling sense of impossible repetition. I watched him cry, his words a perfect replay, and a cold, solid rage settled in my chest. This time, I wouldn't save him. I would make them all pay, in a way they could never imagine.

When Love Turned Cold

Modern

5.0

My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, was fighting leukemia. Every penny I earned as a waitress and delivery driver went to her mounting medical bills, while her father, Mark, claimed his hardware store was "struggling" with "no money" for his own child. Lily dreamed of learning the violin, and I carefully saved for a small, used one; but when I went to buy it, the shop owner revealed Mark had already purchased all the beginner violins – for Brenda Hayes' son, Liam. The specific one Lily wanted? It was found snapped in half, "run over," in the alley. Later, Brenda' s social media paraded Liam' s new gaming consoles, pony rides, and lavish parties – all documented under '#BestUncle' and aligning perfectly with the times Mark claimed poverty. Meanwhile, Lily' s cough worsened, her counts dropped, and doctors urged expensive, out-of-state treatment we couldn't afford. The broken violin, Liam showered with gifts, Lily fighting for her life – it wasn't just neglect; it was a burning, cold betrayal. He was actively choosing them over his own sick daughter. Then, just before Lily' s birthday, I delivered a monstrous cake to a lavish party; it was for 'Happy Birthday Liam!' and there was Mark, laughing, wearing a party hat, while my dying daughter held onto his vague promise of 'something special.' I knew then what I had to do.

Where the Emberblooms Burn Bright

Fantasy

5.0

I was Elara, a Steward, a healer blessed with the Hearthstone Spirit. Years ago, I saved Governor Thorne' s life, sharing my essence, mending him when no one else could, bringing life back to his dying state. Now, I carried his child, a powerful new life blossoming within me. But then Isabelle Hayes, ambitious and cold, whispered poison into his ear. She convinced Thorne my child' s nascent power was a threat, unnatural. He betrayed me, ordering the destruction of the sacred Emberblooms our child's Spirit needed, imprisoning me, twisting my purpose into a weapon against me. Isabelle falsely claimed I was hiding the Spirit of my unborn child, faking a mysterious illness. Thorne, blinded by fear and manipulation, cruelly demanded I give him what was already lost. My baby, its Spirit already gone because he destroyed the Emberblooms, lay still within me. He refused to believe me, beating and torturing me. For every phantom symptom Isabelle displayed, he executed another of my people. I watched, helpless, as my entire community, including my sister, was massacred. Finally, he ordered a surgeon to cut the Spirit from my chest, ending my life on the desecrated land of my ancestors. How could the man I saved become such a monster? How could he sacrifice everything – my child, my people, me – for a lie? As my life faded, stolen for a Spirit that wasn't there, a raw, immense injustice consumed me. Had he truly forgotten I gave him a piece of my own Spirit, the very thing keeping him alive? But as my body burned, tossed like trash, something ancient and furious ignited. The earth itself revolted, refusing to let my death be in vain. I felt a surge, a rebirth from the flames, fused with immense power. I am Elara, the healer no more. I am the Reckoning; justice will be swift and absolute.

Fractured Bonds

Horror

5.0

Sure! Here’s the translation: "My parents killed the female lead's parents in a car accident and adopted her as their daughter. She is like the heroine of a novel, capturing everyone's attention the moment she appears. This includes my parents, my childhood crush, and my best friend. Meanwhile, I feel like a rat in a gutter, never seeing the light of day. The spacious room was forcibly given to the female lead, while I was left to live in a cramped storage room. My classmates bully me, calling me the daughter of a murderer. My parents scold me for lacking empathy. My childhood crush and best friend say I’m jealous and intentionally trying to embarrass her. Even though I did nothing wrong, I still have to bear the blame that doesn’t belong to me. As the new year begins, they gather as a family, while I, suffering from severe depression, step into the cold river water."