Andre From Victorious Now Novels & Stories

Sweat dripped from his brow as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The lackeys, witnessing the overwhelming power of the Dragon's Roar, dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, their resolve shattered by the sheer magnitude of Danial's strength. The Special Ops team, stunned by the display of power, quickly regained their composure and sprang into action, seizing the incapacitated lackeys without hesitation. Lieutenant Andrews, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, approached Victor, who lay defeated and wounded on the rooftop. Despite his injuries, Victor managed a weary smile, a defiant glimmer in his eyes as he coughed up blood.

“I don’t care how strong he is. I’ll expose him. And when I do, you’ll go down with him.” Eddie smirked, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes. “You think you’re ready for this war? You don’t even remember half your past. You’re broken, Andres. And broken men don’t win.” Andres leaned closer, his voice a whisper. “Maybe. But I remember enough. And I remember loyalty. Something you clearly forgot.” As Andres walked out of the club, his phone buzzed. A message from Ainara: Mama is awake. She’s asking for you.

Andre laughed at my state as I heard more than a few screams from my maidens. No! I cannot lose! I was the Shrine Maiden of Lindersay! I was the beta of WoodlandHunters! I will not lose. Letting out a battle cry, I charged towards Andre once again with my sword. This time, he took out a dagger from his belt and blocked my advances. Sparks flew as our blades clashed, his hits forceful and violent, but I managed to match his strikes.

He was too strong. At that moment, even Rainbow had her eyes and mouth wide open. It was clear that she was shocked by Andrius’ strength. She was in a daze for a long time. Dax was the Southern Warzone Master! However, he was defeated by Andrius in just three moves... Was it because he was weak? No! It was Andy who was simply invincible. “Let’s go.” Andrius patted Rainbow’s shoulder, snapping her out of her reverie.

Victor helped get his sister back and Andreas came to the dark side against his parents' wishes. He throws a roundhouse out of frustration and I move away and follow it with one of my own. His grunt of pain lets me know I caused some damage. We go at it for another hour before we move to Victor's underground firing range. Here Andreas shines. He's better than me even. Yeah, he'll do. ***

In her hand, a gun gleamed, its barrel pointed directly at Davina’s head. Annaida’s lips curled into a smile. She watched with delight as Andrei and one of his men tugged at Davina’s clothes, ripping fabric, exposing her vulnerability. Davina fought back, clutching Inara tighter, her body twisting in resistance, but she was helpless. Her wrists were bound, her strength drained. She tried to shield her daughter, but every attempt only fueled Annaida’s laughter.

I had lost so much, and the victory felt hollow but I knew one thing for certain: I had kept my promise to Amanda and in the end, that was all that mattered. The moment I arrived at the pack, my boots still caked with the blood and grime of the battle, I stormed into the meeting hall where Amanda and Beatrice were deep in conversation. Their heads turned in unison, eyes alight with curiosity and anticipation. I didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. “Amanda, Beatrice,” I announced, my voice reverberating off the wooden walls, “my men and I have successfully killed Zane.”

The room bursts into applause. Amanda has won.

A few of them still got hit by the urine-soaked blanket, and one by one, they started gagging. “What’s wrong?” I asked with a smile. “You didn’t think it was disgusting when you did it.” They rushed at me, ready to fight. I picked up a glass bottle and smashed it on the floor. “You want to fight? Fine. I’m in.” “You psycho.” The guy in front went pale as he glared at me. “The Moores were kind enough to take you in, and you still tried to send Howard to jail?” “Psycho?” I smiled. “If you know I’m crazy, then don’t mess with me.”

--- A strike team— --- The same ones hunting— --- Suddenly cut off. --- Surrounded. --- Not by force. --- But by awareness. --- Every move anticipated. --- Every path blocked. --- “They’re turning it around,” Adrian said. --- Elena’s voice was steady. --- “Yes.” --- A pause. --- “They’re learning how to fight.” --- Victor watched closely. --- “They won’t win like this,” he said. --- Elena turned to him. --- “They don’t have to win.”