Beck Victorious Novels & Stories

he echoes, the incredulity in his voice apparent. Dark brows, the same color as his hair, slash down, and the frown on his face shifts into a snarl. “You want me to move the fuck on when we both know that win belonged to the vipers ?” This time, I really can’t help the sharp laugh that bursts past my lips. Because, seriously? That’s the hill he wants to die on?Aware that I’m tempting fate by taunting a loose cannon like Beckett, I lean in closer. “A win only belongs to the team that earns it.”

He stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and anger. “It’s over,” I said, my voice steady. “Yield, or face the consequences.” The Beast glared at me, his chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, it seemed like he might surrender. But then, with a roar of defiance, he lunged at me one last time. I was ready. With a swift, decisive strike, I brought him down, ending the fight once and for all. The Beast fell to the ground, defeated. The crowd erupted in cheers, their fear replaced by relief and admiration. I stood over the fallen Beast, my chest heaving, my mind racing with thoughts of the conspiracy that had led to that moment.

The culprit must be taking advantage of the situation to vent with the intention of torturing Beckham. Evergreene energy was miraculous and swiftly repaired Beckham’s organs. The wounds on him were healing as well, and the bruises were fading. “M-Mr. Yarde…” Beckham called out weakly as he looked at Kayson. His gaze seemed exceptionally emotional. Kayson nodded. “Don’t worry. You won’t die with me around.” “Thank you, Mr. Yarde…” replied Beckham. Kayson did not answer but focused on healing Beckham. After a while, he asked, “Tell me, who did it?”

The culprit must be taking advantage of the situation to vent with the intention of torturing Beckham. Evergreene energy was miraculous and swiftly repaired Beckham’s organs. The wounds on him were healing as well, and the bruises were fading. “M-Mr. Yarde…” Beckham called out weakly as he looked at Kayson. His gaze seemed exceptionally emotional. Kayson nodded. “Don’t worry. You won’t die with me around.” “Thank you, Mr. Yarde…” replied Beckham. Kayson did not answer but focused on healing Beckham. After a while, he asked, “Tell me, who did it?”

He instantly gains on her and holds his wife’s jaw. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Don’t try my patience, or else you’ll see” He emphasized everything he said. Aisha can’t stop but laugh, not minding the tightness of Duke’s grip on her jaw. “What are you going to do now, Duke? Will you hurt me? Then do it! And let everyone know how beast you are, that the boss there looking up to is heartless when it comes to his wife.” Aisha was dumbfounded about where she got the courage to speak back.

I wasn’t going to fall for her deception. With a roar that split the night, I tore her head from her body with my bare hands. Blood sprayed hot against my fur, the sound wet and final. It was done. Beatrice was dead and gone for good. The people of Grim Pack were safe. But most importantly, Gyai was safe. I grabbed Beatrice’s head and began to make my way back to the court. It was time to celebrate victory.

Rebbeca tried in vain to shield her face, but Roxcy’s onslaught was relentless. The crowd erupted in cheers, captivated by Roxcy’s fluid, graceful movements and her sheer dominance in the exchange. Rebbeca was struggling, her strength fading, and Roxcy knew she had to end this fight quickly. With one final burst of energy, Roxcy grabbed Rebbeca’s head in both hands, positioned herself, and delivered a powerful kick to the champion’s midsection. Rebbeca went limp, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed to the mat, unconscious.

After the scene, everywhere was quiet, even Becky had healed from the stabs from Winny and was now trembling. Knowing all the rules is my advantage, and that is why I would never let anyone hurt Winny.

Just Raven, the girl who studied venomous snakes, though it was out of my specialty, though I had a hunch that I will need to use it in the future. The kid finally woke up. That’s a good sign. His wolf healing probably started. After three days of barely breathing, that little boy blinked his eyes open like nothing happened, like he didn’t just scare the living hell out of everyone around him. I don’t know what it was, relief or adrenaline wearing off, but the second he whispered “Mama?” and reached for his mother’s hand, my knees almost gave out. I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but I didn’t.