Beck From Victorious Novels & Stories

Samantha lowered her voice as I found she was hard controlling her eager to scream. “For what?” I asked. “I don’t know.” Samantha seemed to be baffled with my question, “I heard they said something like ‘victory’ or ‘battle’… but that’s not important, Val! The thing is that all three masters will be in presence on that celebration. And my old pack members will come!” Victory and battle. Indications of these two words were sufficient for speculating the theme of this celebration. I supposed that I could never blame Samantha for her ignorance of the war. When she was sharing the information with me, she did it out of innocence and with a good intention to cheer me up.

She was shaking uncontrollably now; the adrenaline was leaving her weak and hollow. Hayden joined them, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close to his chest as he whispered apologies and promises of safety. For a long moment, no one spoke. They were all haunted by the sound of Edward’s voice and the terrifying ease with which Myla had stepped into the shoes of a dead woman. Then, a low sigh came from Beck, causing them to look at him. He looked up at them, his face deathly pale but his eyes burning with a sudden, triumphant light." I got him," he whispered, his voice trembling with victory. "Guys, I’ve got their fucking location."

Reid raised his brows. “I was once able to get Becca’s attention during her hunter phase, I think I would be able to do it better if I have marked her.” Victor was bubbling inside of me, he loved the idea as well. “Scoff!” I heard Ezra, he was annoyed. “I think it's a good idea, Ezra. Let's not forget everything Becca already did for us, if weren't for us, she wouldn't be in that position.” Reid told him. He scratched the top of his nose before pulling his jeans trouser up without doing his belt hence it felt right to the middle of his butt again showing his black boxers and sexy butt.

Not since Elise. Meanwhile, Becky glided through the crowd like she owned the entire kingdom. She greeted Council members, thanked visiting nobles, laughed too loudly at empty compliments. Every step she took shimmered with victory. When she approached Kai’s table, Lucien instantly sat up straighter, unsure whether to stand or flee. Becky stopped in front of Kai and folded her hands over her stomach. “General.” Kai didn’t look up. Lucien cleared his throat awkwardly. “Becky. Congratulations.”

“I will.” Beck together with a few other warriors was at the front, looking for any threats. Calm before the storm, I could almost feel the tension in the air as we waited to engage in combat. “Stay sharp,” Beck called back to us. “They might be hiding anywhere.” Then, he had barely finished his warning when a deep growl resonated from the dark. I drew in a startled breath and looked around, having sensed the thing moving in a corner. It was just there, behind the treetops, a swift moving dark figure.

The soldiers, weary yet triumphant, gathered around their Alpha, their eyes filled with admiration and respect. "Our victory today is a testament to our unity and unwavering spirit," Alpha Caleb declared, his voice resonating with pride. "Together, we have prevailed against the darkness. Let us rebuild our kingdom and ensure that such a threat never arises again." The soldiers cheered, their howls of triumph echoing into the night. They knew that their journey was far from over, but they were filled with renewed hope and determination. They had faced the darkest of adversaries and emerged victorious, united under the leadership of Alpha Caleb and Lady Victoria.

The first thing Monday morning, Christopher marched into his commander's office. "Sir…I need to talk to you about something pretty important." Bruce Koepke sighed. He liked Beast. He didn't want to lose him, but he already knew what he wanted to ask. "Beast, you're a heluva Marine. You know that or you wouldn't be on an elite force. I don't want to lose you, son." Christopher could barely meet his commander's eyes. Finally he relaxed his formal posture and looked steadily at the older man who was more than his commander, but who was also his friend.

Maybe I was pushing my luck back there? -- END

He slowly turned his head and stared at Fergus with blood-red eyes. “Y-Y-You’re a savage!” Then, darkness engulfed him. At this moment, Fergus stood behind Beck, one of his hands on Beck’s head. After Beck fell to the ground, he finally retracted his hand. A defeat. A crushing defeat! This whole time, Beck never resisted. He died before he could even register what was going on. Even the core elders of the Callisto family could not see what Fergus did. He was too fast. At this moment, everyone understood.

Ignoring his orders, he took off running blindly. But it was too late. He watched in horror as Becky, his second in command, and one of the best friends he’d ever had, was ripped to pieces. The Vampires that attacked her were savages, ripping, clawing, biting, until there was nothing recognizable about his teammate. Her screams echoed in his head even after she slipped down the wall and her IAC went black. “Becky!” “Paul, you need to get the rest of your team out of there.” Aaron’s voice was as calm as ever, but Paul couldn’t listen. He was still running, looking frantically for stairs going down.