Novel & Cerita Beck Victorious

That he didn’t have to lose her to win this. Victor saw it. The shift. The recalibration. And for the first time His expression changed. Not much. But enough. Because the weakness Was gone. Alexander moved. Faster than before. Cleaner. More precise. Victor reacted. But this time He was the one adjusting. The one responding. The one losing ground. Because now Alexander wasn’t divided. He was complete. And That made him unstoppable.

Becky looked at the excited faces of her followers. All were cheering and congratulating each other at their victory against the evil forces. She smiles while looking towards the sky. Her Goddess test has been accomplished. She closed her eyes in gratitude towards the divine powers. She looked at Alina who was also praying with closed eyes. She hugs Alina in triumph and congratulating her for her freedom from a demon. “Congrats Aly, we have beat all the demons and evil forces. The victory is ours. Thanks to you for saving me and helping me”. Becky excitedly hugs Alina.

Ryder. I kick him with my feet and get up. Monster Ben stands up and growl angrily like a beast. He rush to me but I repel him with a striking kick on the chest. Immediately his back hit the floor he bounce back to his feet. "Shit" Becky says as he lunges to us the second time.

"I am the rightful alpha, and I will take back what's mine." Victor snarled, his lips curling back from his teeth. "We'll see about that," he said, and with a nod, his loyal followers attacked. with both sides fighting for dominance. But we had the upper hand, with our pack's unity and strength giving us the edge we needed. Slowly but surely, we pushed Victor's followers back, until finally, we stood victorious. Victor snarled and snapped, his eyes flashing with anger and defeat. "You may have won this battle," he said, "but I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

Tears brimmed my eyes knowing the witch couldn’t take that away from me. Fighting the beast was a battle I wouldn't win. I'd tried too many times. But I had to try. Another howl lurched from deep within, and the beast's strides grew in width, and intensity, taking me closer and closer to Heaven. The worn-down CR-V backed down the closest dirt road this side of the bayou. Her heartbeat fluttered with nerves and irritation. She was lost. Too bad she found herself here of all places. The beast began to move forward, but I fought, finding myself in the process, while I struggled to keep on the surface.

I ask, recalling that I promised to match Max’s gift. “No need. One watch is good enough.” Scott says. “I don’t mind..” “We know, but you promised to gift if we won. We didn’t win, so I don’t think the rest of the guys would be okay with taking it.” James says. “But Max…” “Max got to punch that idiot, so that’s a win to her. Besides, there will always be other occasions to spend your money if you keep coming back.” Scott says. “Is that an open invitation?” I ask, a little too excited.

With Victor's friendly and supportive presence, I'm feeling more confident and ready to tackle whatever challenges come our way. ###############

"Whatever the outcome, I'd gladly accept it without hesitation because I didn't have any regrets." Marcus spoke after Ladden. "And you, Lynus. Any last words as well?" he asked with the same emotionless voice. Still staring at Rebecca with love in his eyes, Lynus spoke with clarity and conviction in his voice. "Like the beautiful lady said, whatever the outcome, I'd gladly accept it without protest because I didn't have regrets. Loving Rebecca was worth it." For a moment there, Rebecca sighed like a love struck girl and blushed at his words. Good grief.

His body thrashes, fists pounding against the ground—but I don’t let go. Not until he taps. The moment he does, I release him and roll off, panting. Silence falls. I push myself to my knees, face flushed, chest heaving—but I don’t lower my eyes. I look straight at the judges. Maxwell’s gaze is locked on mine. And for the first time in what feels like forever, he doesn’t look cold. He looks… proud. The lead judge clears his throat. “Candidate Beatrice… has passed.” Cheers erupt from a few of the training warriors watching nearby. I hear Aria’s whistle somewhere in the back, sharp and approving.

From their disordered footsteps, they seemed desperately to scramble through the storm. When they managed to reach the door, the winds stopped abruptly. And much to their shock, they were transmitted back to where they were, with a ring of fire burning up around them. Their faces looked horrified being lighted up by the flaming blaze. And with the dim light emitted there, I saw my savior’s face. It was Mr. Drakos. He remained a calm countenance, beholding coldly at the wolves crying and begging in frenzy. When he noticed my stare, his eyes dropped down to me with the same expression.