Beck Victorious Novels & Stories

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

I watch him for a moment and he doesn’t get up. The fighting is moving more and more toward the packhouse and I know that I have to get Becca out of the fray. I pick her up, her skin sloughing off around my arms. I know that touching her must hurt, but she almost seems beyond the pain and does not flinch or make a sound. Unfortunately, there was nothing else that I could do for her. I have to get back out to the fight. I place her as gently as possible on the floor inside the doorway. Moon Goddess, please protect her. I pray.

“And that’s good for all of us, right?” Beck grinned back, nodding. “Can’t argue with that.” I gave his shoulder one more pat, this time slower, more thoughtful. “Well done, Beck. Whatever you did, it worked,” I said in a sincere tone. *** 240125, Anne Joyce

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

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."

A tear of helplessness leaving her eyes. But he doesn't stop. With a loud howl he extends his canines and looks down at her in victory. His huge form pinning her down under his weight. Smiling a sick smile,he dips his head lower and the women and men in the crowd scream. While the rogues had a look of victory. Before the beasts canines could even touch her, a wind cutting sound is heard and an arrow hits the beasts chest. Making him scream in an agonising pain and move back.

One of them waiting for the other to slip up so that they take that as an excuse to attack but none of them are leaving a chance for slip up. "Sorry, Sasha VAHEMIR ", Beatrice voice makes everyone tilt their neck to face her. She is on taking a bow and holding unto her dress and Davil let go of Seb. Davil chuckles and that seems to make Aiden blood boil, he is pissed his sister stooped so low, so is Seb. He must wish he had knelt so that Beatrice won't have to apologize. Did he think he stands a chance against El mushacr? He can't land a single punch, not even in his dreams. Beatrice has changed, the war took a toil on her, it made me more respectful, level headed.

Don’t tell me he’s going to end up dead in a dark alley like in the original book. [Come on, supporting character! Don’t give up. You still have a bright future!] The pain in my body grew numb. Being beaten was something I had grown used to. Ever since I was little, whenever my mom had a bad day, she would hit me without warning. Sometimes, both my parents would beat me for fun. My body was covered in scars, but now I felt no pain. I was waiting for the right moment, after all. A moment to completely turn the tables.

Brandon covers his buddy well before stepping out of the room with Madam Grace. “I fear if we lost her this time around, we may never get him back. Unlike before he coped with everything so well, he moved on like it never happened but now he is a complete mess and I fear a psycho. He may lose himself if don’t get her on time,”

Rebecca replied her sharply, confident about her decision. Tracey scowled at her. Rebecca looked at her plainly, unthreatened by the scowl. She carried her daughter in her arms and left the room with her. She climbed down the stairs. They were halfway down when Rebecca saw Williams. He was climbing up the stairs. His eyes met hers. He looked away and cut them dead. He climbed the remaining stairs and went straight to the room. Rebecca watched him until he had left completely. She heaved sadly and climbed down. She walked to the front door and pulled it open. The horseman held the carriage door open when he saw her. She got in and the door was closed.