My Personal Lycan King - Chapter 144

Chapter-59

VICTORIA’S POV​​

I wanted to talk it out, I seriously do. I wasn’t Jasmine, who believe in action more than solving things.

I know what she did wasn’t wrong, but killing the whole group of 13 rogues because one of them was a dick, was surely a bad move even on her side.

Not to mention when one of the rogues was trying to talk to her.

‘I think rather than blaming me, you should get into the action because now is surely not the right time to talk over things. What I did at that time was in a fit of anger, and I don’t have the slightest remorse for what I did. I would do it over and over again if I see a girl getting raped by anyone and people watching it.’ Jasmine said angrily, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her.

‘You know, you were so much better when you were a joy. Cute and bubbly.’ I replied, making Carla chuckle, Jasmine sigh angrily, and Emerald just squint her brows.

Well, enough with the drama. She is right. Now was the time for action because Brian has made his intentions clear already.

“To all the rogues who are present here, let me inform you guys beforehand that I am Victoria, the future Queen of the werewolf species. So those who are going to fight me today must know that it will be considered an attack on a royal. Those who want to back off can do it this instant. I won’t give anyone the chance to back off once I start my slaughter.” I said, making sure that I put more emphasis on the world slaughter.

“These are my men, Jasmine. They won’t fall into your trap so easily-” Brian started, stopping in between when he saw his men backing off and tucking their tails between their legs as a sign of submission.

It wasn’t long before they ran away from the site, leaving me and Brian alone.

Oh, did I mention that I used a little bit of compulsion power that I have been upgraded with since Emerald made her presence known in my body?

Well, I did, and that was the main reason why they were agreeing to my words without a doubt.

“Well, I can see that your men had backed off. Now it’s just you and me. Tell me, do you still want to fight me?” I asked as a matter of courtesy.

“You bitch! What did you do to my men!” Brian shouted before gripping my neck into a tight grip.

How dare he call me a bitch? I hated being cursed at the most. As soon as he gripped my neck, I started feeling a burning sensation in my body. The same burning sensation that I used to get two years back whenever my powers used to get out of my hands. However, this time it was a little different. This time it felt like they were trying to engulf me.

Seeing the flashback of the evil things he had done to people around him and the number of the innocent girls he had killed in the name of pleasure, I couldn’t help but open my eyes angrily.

Smirking coldly at his attempt of killing me, I laughed loudly, mocking his useless strength that wasn’t even making it hard for me to breathe.

“Brian, I am sorry for your loss. But do you seriously think that you can kill me?” I asked, my eyes changing colors as the different powers started to take over me as a protective measure.

“Haha… you know, I tried to kill myself too, but guess what? I can’t be killed so easily. Do you know why?” I asked, placing my hand on his hands that were pressing on my neck, trying to snap it.

“Because I am an immortal,” I whispered into his ears before applying pressure to his hands, his bones making a cracking sound, making his eyes go wide as he started shouting and wailing in agony.

“Hey? What happened? Are you okay? Why are you crying like this? Does it hurt too much? Did I apply too much pressure?” I asked, feeling a weird pleasure erupting in my body as I watched him wincing in pain.

The look of fear in his eyes was something that I was both loathing and loving at the same time.

“I told you to leave me alone. Didn’t I? But you filthy mutt didn’t listen to me. Now, what am I going to do with you?” I asked, stepping on his leg that made the same crunching sound, making him scream again, something that was now music to my ears.

“You know, a person has 206 bones. But you are not a person. You are a filthy rogue, who took so many lives just like his brother. How many bones do you have? Let me count, okay?” I asked before tilting his hand at an awkward angle that made that lovely musical cracking sound again.

“One…two..three…four… I heard four cracks in your wrist. How many did you hear?” I asked, something inside me snapping as the fear in his eyes was making me want to hurt him more than he already was.

“You… You are not from this world! You are a demon! Leave me alone.” Brian shouted, shuffling away from me.

Demon? Why would he call me a demon? How can I be a demon?

I had given him the choice of backing off at the beginning itself, and now that he didn’t go and I am enjoying the show, he is calling me a demon? Ain’t he too cruel?

“How can you say that, Brian? I am doing exactly what you asked me to do. I am trying to fight you. How does that make me a demon?” I asked, feeling wetness on my cheeks.

Lifting my right hand, I touched the cheek, only to see tears falling from my eyes.

I was crying? Why the hell would I cry now when I am enjoying this game? What was happening with me? Was I seriously crying, or was it steam from all the heated anger, I was feeling burning inside me?

“You made me cry? How dare you?” I asked Brian, blaming him for my tears.

“I… I… ” He stuttered, his wide eyes focused on me while his filthy stuttering was making me more frustrated than I already was.

“You know what is a demon? A demon is someone who takes away your soul.” I said before raising my hand in the air as a small branch made its way towards me, and before he could say anything else, I stabbed him with the branch.

One time, two times, three-time, ten times.

I kept stabbing him until his body stopped moving.

Looking at the blood on my hands, loving the scent of it, I inhaled it before taking a small lick of it. I bet Emerald will be happy to drink some blood.

Well, he doesn’t taste so bad.

‘Victoria, what have you done?’ I heard the voice in my head, making me close my eyes as I looked at Jasmine, Carla, and Emerald, who had weird expressions on their faces.

Something close to fear and panic.

Why were they all behaving like that? I just played a little with Brian. And wasn’t it all because the powers from them were trying to consume me and protect me?

Why are they acting like it was me who killed him or something? I thought before opening my eyes again as the powerful haze started to clear, the sight in front of me making me gag.

All I could see around me was nothing but blood. Brian’s blood.

On the ground, on my hands, on my clothes, and… And on my mouth.

Was it me who did all of this? This mess?

‘What have I done? Please tell me I didn’t do this. No, this can’t be. I can’t do this. I can’t.’ I shouted at the three of them, but from the look they were shooting at me, I knew that they didn’t believe me.

“I didn’t do it for god’s sake! I would…would..n-never kill anyone like this. It was all the powers doing that” I shouted, my eyes landing on the man in front of me that was half destroyed.

Hearing a twig snapped near me, I turned my head to look at the person, and I couldn’t help but widen my eyes when I saw who was standing there.

Madeline?