Beck From Victorious Novels & Stories

He winked and walked her closer to the group of friends. "Congratulations because someone has already beaten you. Nice! You're doomed,” one of them studied. "Maybe, and guys I would like you to meet Adda, my girl." Beck received a pinch when he said that. He cried out again to the astonishment of those who saw it. "She's just not used to being called gf," Beck added.

The scene was too abstract but the pressure that they were emitting was so strong and made the enemy tremble in fear. Becky points at them while shaking and stepping backward until she falls in her butt first. “y-your monsters!” the crowd from before also gasped at what they were witnessing and their courage soars high and steps forward too. They were on the very back of their saviors as they stand tall and strong. “even from the depths of hell, we won’t leave! we were fighting for our future and our saviors!” “FIGGHTTTT!!!” “UUUUHHHAAA!!!!”

We fought back-to-back, trusting each other completely. Tate and Beck were ferocious, protecting our flanks with everything they had. Tate’s sarcasm vanished, replaced by lethal focus as he dropped two attackers in quick succession. Beck was a wall of muscle and precision, his shots measured and devastating. “Keep moving!” he bellowed, covering our retreat toward the rear exit.

- It had been hours since Rebecca was trying to convince me - It must be bad enough to live without your mother and without your father it will be even worse. - Look Beck. I love those kids, you know? Especially Lavinia who I talk to the most - I took a deep breath - But I can't marry that idiot just like that, I hate him. Argh. - I'm starting to think it's the other way around...- I looked angrily at her - Don't look at me like that...it's...just a few months. Oly, stop being silly, take advantage of this situation and make him suffer. I don't know, take money from him, or travel, or make him regret being a traitor.

Becca cried out before her body crumpled across the concrete with a dull crunch, and blood poured from her sides. “Always the weak questioning the will of the mighty,” Vorare turned away from Becca, leaving her to be an afterthought. Becca writhed before staying morbidly still. It was probably a first for me, the hope that she had not died on me. “You're sickening!” Ethan finally found his footing again as he rose. He was seemingly free from Becca's influence. Cracking the ground under his boots, he sped through the space between me and Vorare.

Mackenzie Watching as everyone made their way into the clearing was a breath of fresh air. Beck stood there confidently, thinking his loyal army was behind him. Little did he know, there were only two left. It was the moment I have been waiting for ever since I saw his evil ways. It was time to get rid of Beck once and for all. I, for one, couldn’t have been happier to see his demise. “Well, what are you waiting for!? Attack!” Beck commanded, to whom no one knows.

The more they know on how to defeat these vampires, the easier it will be for them and well me, when I need to go out there and start fighting. The pack house soon comes view, Becky waiting outside the front with her arms crossed. But once she saw me walking towards her, relief flashes her expression. “I wish you would stop doing this Liv, I don’t know if my nerves can take anymore close calls with you.” She says with a little smile walking down the steps, but I only smile thankful, I was able to get home safe. “I didn’t plan any of this, things just enjoy attacking me at random intervals of the day.” I joke as we come to a stop, but two people begin to walk out of the doors of the pack hous

She purses her lips, but doesn't argue. 'The Beta from Red Moon pack is here demanding entry' my warrior, Becca, tells me. I instantly see red. That fucker has some nerve. 'Do not, I repeat, do not, grant him entry. I'm on my way. Have a pair of pants there for me' I growl, cutting the link. I sprint out of the pack house, fur is sprouting up my arm as Adonis' anger mixes with mine and I just barely make it outside before I shift into his massive form and run to the border.

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?