Jade Songs From Victorious Novels & Stories

Finally, with a powerful blow, Cade knocked Victor's sword from his hand and pinned him to the ground. "Yield, Victor," Cade growled, his voice filled with authority. "This is over." Victor spat at Cade, his eyes filled with hatred. "Never," he hissed. Before Cade could respond, Gaia stepped forward, her eyes scanning the battlefield. The Skyclaw Clan was in disarray, their warriors either defeated or fleeing. She turned to Cade, her voice soft but firm. "Cade, we've won. Let's leave. Think of the children, the innocents."

I was determined to show my packmates that I was worthy of the title of King, that I was not just a replacement for my father but a leader in my own right. We didn't stop fighting until the last silver beast was down. A howl of victory cut through the noise of the battle. I turned to see Cade, my best friend, charging toward me. His beast form was enormous, and he let out a fierce chest bump as he reached me. The force of the impact sent me flying, but I didn't mind. I was elated to see that our pack was triumphant, that we had succeeded in our mission. The howls of my packmates filled the air as they celebrated our victory. They were chanting their war song, a haunting melody that carried o

The force of nature's grip weakened Jade's hold over Lucius and Rey, allowing them to break free from their restraints. Lucius, fueled by newfound determination, summoned his Alpha power once again, his aura blazing with a fierce intensity. He stood beside Camilla and Styria, his voice laced with authority. "Jade, your reign ends now. We will not allow your darkness to consume this world any longer." Jade, her expression a mix of rage and frustration, struggled against the entwined vines. "You may have broken free, but you cannot stop me! Chaos will prevail!" But before Jade could make another move, Styria, quick as lightning, released an arrow that struck Jade's shoulder, causing her to stu

“And for loyalty.” Vyrax raised his wings, the sky trembling with the sound. “Then our pact is renewed. The Lord of Shadowfire commands, and we obey.” Jade stepped closer, her voice soft but strong. “We’ll win this. Together.” Zarok turned to her with a crooked smirk. “You speak with conviction, mortal.” Jade crossed her arms. “That’s because I’m not just any mortal.” The beasts chuckled in unison even Vyrax’s deep rumble sounded like laughter.

Aisha and Jade laughed. Rodrigo felt like his chest would split open with all the happiness he was feeling. Jule and Anthony approached them. “I’m so proud of you, Jade,” Jule said. “You are brave and strong. You battled hard to win him, and now you have.” Anthony patted Rodrigo’s back and hugged Jade. “You both deserve to be happy, and Jade, I told you something drastic was needed to win him. See, it worked, didn’t it?!”

Before Marshawn could finish, a blade pierced through his chest from behind. Startled, he turned to see Jade. Jade laughed and shouted, "I've finally avenged my daughter! Die, Marshawn!" Slash! Slash! Slash! Jade laughed maniacally as she repeatedly stabbed Marshawn's body with the long knife that had severed Lord Fifth's dragon horn. Marshawn looked at Jade with surprise and confusion. Did the Exalted Immortal not say she had lost self-awareness? "I've waited decades for this day. The backlash of the formation should be starting now. Die!"

He knew she had so much ego in her, she would have never put her hatred down for the sake of hiring a mercenary! Something must have happened that time, he thought, as he readied himself for the battle. “Make your move now!” Jade shouted in what appeared to be a war cry, but he easily defeated her in seconds. As he expected, she wasn’t happy about it, and shouted, “That didn’t count! Let’s have another go!”

I said. "I know that he will still come for us, my instinct never lies," I shrug. "He will not only come for the moonlight pack but also us for stepping in the line of his victory," "Fuck him and fuck the damn victory!" I spit, clearly looking annoyed. "Who the hell is he?" "Who the fuck is he, hun?" I hummed. "We just drew a battle line," Jade said. "No need to fear, we are more than ready, in fact, I am more than ready to destroy him," I blurted.

Her eyes searched mine, reaching for a connection that had frayed to the point of breaking, grasping at threads that slipped through her fingers like sand. "Jade," I whispered to myself, the name emerging as a silent prayer, a secret benediction that held more power than the most fervent of confessions. Jade—my little mate, the forbidden fruit that dangled just out of reach, tempting me with whispers of what could be. It was a dangerous game we played, one where the rules were etched in shadow and the prize was as intoxicating as it was elusive.

"When Jade's team fails, maybe we'll pick up the pieces." The werewolf said nothing. But his gaze lingered on Lysar like a silent plea. One Lysar ignored with the same ease she'd ignore a falling leaf. She had bigger games to play. Games that involved shattering Jade Ishola into dust. And maybe—if the gods were kind—watching her drown in the forest long before Kreel. :~*~: - Meanwhile — Jade's POV - Sweat clung to my skin under the mask. My back ached. My legs burned. But I didn’t slow. I couldn’t.