Beck From Victorious Novels & Stories

please, just leave me alone. —I’ll only leave here if you come with me. He holds her hand in a silent gesture of support. —We’re all worried about you. —I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about. —Look at me. She raises her gaze, hesitant. —What happened that day? Beck gathers courage and, with a trembling voice, begins to tell. Each word is a painful confession about what Bryan revealed, about the revenge he sought. —He never deserved your love, Beck.

Beck showed everyone the results of his recovery, acting as excited as a child—not like an executive of an auction house at all. “Impossible. How can an ordinary little pill have such an effect? All the potions you've taken couldn’t heal your old injuries. Could it really be so amazing?” Everyone was doubtful. Some of them examined Beck and verified his claims. He had recovered very well and showed no trace of old injuries at all. “As you should know, I took part in a war with the true god back then, which left some old injuries in me, but I’m all recovered now. Even the true god failed to help me. This is simply a miracle.”

Seraphina smiled, her sorrow evaporating like morning mist under a cruel sun. “Then let’s fix this. Becca may have won a battle… but she will lose the war.” The chamber hummed with a dark, renewed purpose.

"Then what?" Victor leaned into my face, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's about Becky." My heart stopped. "What do you mean?" I whispered. He grinned. "Like your mother said… Becky isn't just Becky." And then it struck me. Becky wasn't just a pawn. She was the queen. And I'd been blind the entire time. The Realization My heart was pounding. "What have you done to her?" Victor raised his glass of champagne, smiling. "Nothing… yet."

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

I spoke confidently, glancing one last time at my mate fiercely attacking a creature we only imagined to exist in storybooks. With newfound determination, I joined the fray, spear in hand. Elizabeth and I fought side by side, our synchronized movements a testament to our bond and devotion to our packs. Each undead opponent we faced seemed more formidable than the last, but we pressed on, driven by the desperate need to protect. "Hold the line!" Becky shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "River and Drake are almost here!" Her words sent a wave of relief through me.

Just Raven, the girl who studied venomous snakes, though it was out of my specialty, though I had a hunch that I will need to use it in the future. The kid finally woke up. That’s a good sign. His wolf healing probably started. After three days of barely breathing, that little boy blinked his eyes open like nothing happened, like he didn’t just scare the living hell out of everyone around him. I don’t know what it was, relief or adrenaline wearing off, but the second he whispered “Mama?” and reached for his mother’s hand, my knees almost gave out. I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but I didn’t.

She struggled, attempting to resist their grasp, but their firm hold proved insurmountable. "Let go of me! You'll regret this! I'll make you pay!" Becky shouted, her voice filled with rage and frustration. Xiao stood beside Xavier, his gaze unwavering. "Becky, it's time to accept reality. We gave you an opportunity to respect our decision, but your actions have shown us your true nature. There is no place for you in our lives." The guards maintained their grip on Becky, ensuring she couldn't cause any further disturbance. Despite her protests, they escorted her out of the office, determined to open their Alphas.

She then walked up to him, and kissed him on his forehead. “I'll be back.” She said, and before he could stop her, she ran off into the woods. About thirty minutes later, she was back with Miley, who was sleeping soundly in her arms. Beck’s joy knew no bounds and that night, they celebrated the return of their daughter. And also celebrated their victory over the sorceress who turned Veronica's life upside down. They then lived in peace and harmony, ruling their pack with wisdom and protecting their people with courage. With Beck, who had now become a fearless Alpha, and Veronica as the powerful Luna, their joint leadership was a force to be reckoned with, and none dared to challenge or conte

For the sake of my pack, for the safety of Anastasia and my children, I’ve emerged victorious! Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, my keen ears catch the sound of a triumphant roar echoing through the night. Turning my gaze, I survey the scene before me, my heart swelling with pride as I realize that my warriors have emerged victorious too. The enemies either lie strewn across the ground or sprinting away out of fear, their numbers decimated and their ranks broken, testament to the skill and determination of my loyal pack. It’s not just my own personal battle against Dwight that has been won, but a collective triumph, forged through unity and unwavering resolve.