Jade Songs From Victorious Novels & Stories

To answer the call of duty and honor Our hearts beat as one, our spirit never runs As we fight for our land, our people, and our valor We face the enemy, fearless and brave Our swords clash with a thunderous sound We never falter, never turn back or waive Our foes tremble as they fall to the ground The fallen ones, our brothers in arms Their names carved in stone, their memory lives on We mourn their loss, but our resolve never disarms Their sacrifice fuels our spirit, till the battles are gone So, we march on, through the mud and the rain With the wind at our back, and the sun in our face Our mission clear, our purpose not in vain Till our land is free, and our people embrace Jacquard sang

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Jade’s voice boomed from the Titan’s external speakers. The massive armored truck smashed through the final barrier, skidding to a halt just yards away from Kitana. The side door slid open, and Jade Chen stepped out, flanked by Jax Hill. "Give him back, Kitana," Jade said, her voice a cold, steady blade. "The 'Serpent’s Vendetta' ends here." Kitana laughed, a high-pitched, manic sound. "Ends here? It’s only just beginning! I have the 'Old Guard’s' heart, Jade! I have the key to your destruction!"

If Orion came at her again, she wouldn't have the strength to fend him off. Both of them lay there, drugged and helpless, a pitiful sight. While staring at the shattered vase, a steely resolve formed in Jade. She couldn't just sit and wait to be rescued—she had to save herself. Otherwise, they were doomed. Picking up a sharp piece of the broken vase, Jade steeled herself and aimed for her arm. Before she could inflict the pain she hoped would clear her mind, a cool hand gripped her wrist. Jade looked up to see a man standing before her, emotions swirling wildly within her—anguish, sorrow, love, and hate all surged together.

“There are so many people who claim to be nobles; there’s always an Arya everywhere you turn. You don’t just turn and happen to come across a Jadeite anywhere and everywhere. You are rare, Jade. You are precious, my broken gem that’s still worth more than a billion Arya’s. You are a beauty to behold. Jadeites are timeless, and so are you, Jade, because your worth will forever be timeless to me. No matter how broken you think you are. You are still mine.” Tears streak down her face with every word I say, and I brush them off one after the other. I never once thought that I had so many words to say to another person. I never once imagined myself caring enough for someone to the point where I w

Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure. Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?" My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."

She had called his honesty out for what it was the first crack in the ice around his carefully armored heart. He moved to the window, staring at the skyline, watching the first hints of dawn stretch across the horizon. Victory had always looked like control, like contracts signed, secrets exposed, enemies toppled. But standing here now, he realized that triumph was no longer a matter of numbers or documents. Triumph meant surviving the cost of his own heart and the potential loss of hers.

VANESSA'S POV The howl of victory faded, leaving a ringing silence that was filled not with emptiness, but with a profound, weary peace. The last sliver of shadow slipped from the moon, revealing its full, brilliant silver face once more. It was over. The grove was a testament to the battle. The air still hummed with spent energy, both the chilling void of the enemy and the warm, silver echo of our collective light. Scorch marks from my blasts scarred the earth, and the altar stone, though cleansed, now bore a new mark-the place where Adrien had plunged the moonstone dagger, a hairline crack filled with a soft, permanent glow.

vanished into thin air. I dropped to my knees, frustrated. Tears streamed down my face like a flood. I wept into the palm of my hand, feeling guilty and sorry for myself. The rogue lycans scattered. The vampires withdrew. They scattered like rats, unwilling to lose the war as they were already seeing the outcome. I could hear loud cheers from where I was. That was the sound of victory, coming from the Duskborn blood. I managed to get on my feet, and walk out to where I could see them.

The transition from the dark of the underground vault to the blinding glare of the surface felt less like an escape and more like an execution. The banners of Silver Ridge caught the autumn wind, streaks of crimson and gold snapping against a sky that felt too bright for a pack that had just bled dry. Below them, the grand stone courtyard was filled with loud, euphoric voices. Thousands of pack members were singing the old victory hymns, their voices thick with spiced ale and the dizzying relief of survival. Jax was dead. The coven tunnels were sealed. The war was won.