Beck Victorious Novels & Stories

We crashed to the ground, punches flying. Vincent and Elijah took advantage of the distraction. Their combined strength overwhelmed Kael, shattering his defenses. The warlock stumbled back, his powers waning. "It's over," Vincent declared. But Rebecca refused to yield. "Vincent, you'll pay!" she spat, summoning a hidden dagger. I reacted instinctively, grabbing her wrist. The dagger trembled, poised to strike. "Rebecca, stop!" Vincent pleaded. Rebecca's eyes flashed. "Too late for mercy!"

Across from me, Beckett rolled his shoulders, like he’d already won. Valentina stepped back with grace and a beaming smile ”Let two gods clash!” Then I bowed stiffly with my eyes locked on Beckett. I gritted out the words through clenched teeth “Let the best man win.” The crowd drew in a collective breath and Valentina smirked. The kind of devious smile that said she already knew the outcome. This was what really lit my fuse and the fight began. I bent my knees and shifted into position, the sword firm in my grip.

Every step I took felt like I was crushing the air. "Kaima, stop," Rowan warned behind me. Damon reached out to grab my throat. "You’re coming home to the dungeons, you little—" I didn't shift. I didn't even raise my hands. I simply let the Beast breathe. KNEEL. The word didn't come from my mouth; it exploded from my aura. A shockwave of purple energy slammed into Damon. The "mighty" Alpha hit the stone of the bridge so hard the rock cracked. His face was slammed into the ground, his nose breaking instantly. He tried to push himself up, but his arms were shaking, his muscles refusing to obey him.

He smirked. Drake wanted to speak but left, no doubt Beast had mind linked him about something, maybe he told him to bring something that would killed me since he asked if got a death wish or not. Few minutes later Drake return with an rejection and I scotted around fearfully,the despite that I wanted to die, I didn't want to die, I had bearly taken a few steps when the Beast grab me and injected it into my arm. I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened.

Then the second line tumbled, and the third, until the whole formation became a writhing pile, Becker at the bottom, red-faced and cursing. The costumed mess rolled to a stop at the feet of the twins. Damon gave a gracious bow, helped Becker up, and dusted him off as if he were a lost uncle and not the most hated man in the city. The crowd bellowed: “Cry peace, then bark louder!” and “Let the future eat!” The festival atmosphere returned, as quickly as it had turned, and Becker found himself gently but unmistakably bossed out of the square by a mob of children with nothing to lose and too much history to forget. When it was over, Carolina found Vale waiting for her on the old fire escape. He

Victor stays quiet. “We were attacked, Beck. Some were killed, and some of us were taken prisoner. The others didn’t make it.” “Huh? You were attacked, yet here you are looking like a million bucks. You don’t look so bad to me.” “I don’t have time for this shit, Beck. Take me to him,” Colt barks. “Now why would we do that?” “And what else are you going to do?” Colt takes a step, flexing his chest and deltoids.

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.

I won’t let you sink, Beck. His words brought back painful memories of her first training sessions, when he had encouraged her to turn pain into strength. Remembering that, something awoke within her. With a quick movement, she managed to break free and reverse the situation. —that’s it! Give it your best, Rebeca! he exclaimed. She began throwing punches, and Diego defended himself, keeping up the provocation. —Is that all you’ve got? he asked, challenging her. Increasing her strength, Beck let it all out:

I also need you to show me that itinerary early tomorrow morning so I know what we're supposed to do on the trip. While he was saying all this, he was concentrating on cleaning the wound. Alicia finished writing as quickly as she could. —Sir, don't bother, it's nothing. He kept cleaning that wound, and he saw how that knee was turning purple. He touched the wound and Alicia felt a chill. Axel was touching her; she had avoided him for a month. She hadn't even looked him in the eye for more than two minutes because, even though she missed her husband, she knew how attractive he was and there they were looking into each other's eyes. He put her down again to put a band-aid on her.

I didn't obtain any wound or bleed. I dust my knees and I'm ready to continue running when he grabs my hand. "Becca, we have to talk." ***** ^^^^