Beck From Victorious Novels & Stories

After the scene, everywhere was quiet, even Becky had healed from the stabs from Winny and was now trembling. Knowing all the rules is my advantage, and that is why I would never let anyone hurt Winny.

We both decided to be silent for the rest of our walk to war. As soon as the Alpha called for action, Beckett shifted into his cecaelia, grabbing hold of a rogue vampire with two of his tentacles and pulling it's head off. It's dust quickly became one with the mud, and I nodded my head at Beckett as I quickly turned the blade of my sword backwards to stab a troll that was running at my back. Clearly, he made the mistake of assuming that I was an easy target. Beckett nodded back at me before we both went our separate ways into the fight.

One thing was certain, no matter how Becky would argue about the greatness of Werewolve books she would not be convince that it is better than Vampire books. “So it seems to me that you are avoiding me” Becky stated. “So you believe I would avoid you because I lost to you? Common! Becky, I am not one of those frustrated loosers” She stated. Beckywent on to engulf her in a friendly hug as a sign that she had missed her. “Welcome back to school; so what do you hope to achieve in our final days at Valour High school?” Becky asked.

"I thought you were swamped at work?" "It’s raining." He pulled her close, shielding her from the storm. "Let me walk you to the car." I stood there soaked, my wolf pacing inside me, furious. Becky looked back over Alpha Tom’s shoulder as they walked away, and she smirked. A slow, venomous, gotcha kind of smirk. Then she mouthed two words: “A loser.” Damn. Those were the exact words I’d saved for them. Minutes later, my phone buzzed.

The wedding was held at the packhouse. Becky’s idea, of course. She wanted me to see everything I cared about taken from me, wanted my suffering to be her victory parade. But I hadn’t expected her to be this vicious. The door to my room burst open, and Becky strode in, draped in an extravagant wedding gown. White lace, shimmering jewels—every bit the picture-perfect bride. But her expression was anything but angelic. Her eyes glowed with triumph, her lips twisted in a sneer. “It’s unbelievable that the fire didn’t kill you,Serina. What a pathetic excuse for a life.”

He swiped to accept the call and took his time in bringing the handset up to his ear. “What the fuck do you want?” he growled. I recognized the annoying cackle at the end of the line. It was Claw. “Alpha Jax. You sound pissed. Have I caught you at a bad time?” he crooned; his tone was laced with sarcasm. Jax and I locked eyes instantly, both holding the same murderous glare. “The Beast has challenged you to a fight to the death,” Jax informed him. “The Reaper has sent his men to drag you to the cage . . . There’s no use trying to run.”

Seconds after that, "Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller. "To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them. Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing. "Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..." *****

He lowered his head in a form of respect and looked up at me. “Alpha Levi has managed to convince the council to understand the reason for the war and now approval has been granted.” “About time…” I said and dismissed him afterwards. Once the door close back, Becky returned with my armor and I turned around and allow her wear the heavy metal on my body. “Do you still miss Damien?” Becky asked, as she adjusted the weight on my hips. “Ofcourse I still love Damien. I am only killing the soldiers and making sure that he stays alive for me.”

He was in front of me then he was gone. The solidness of the earth was swept from under me as he swung his leg under me and my back hit the earth. I felt my power getting restless, wanting to be let free. As the wind was knocked out of my lungs, my vision became clear and I saw Beck peel his face over my face. With he a grin on his face he chuckled, "Is that all you've got?" I grabbed his legs and pulled them up from underneath him and pulled myself up. "Game on Beck."