Pokemon Victor Novels & Stories

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

I would feel angrier than I am if Chloe were to look down at me. “That was a mistake, ma’am, we all thought since she disappeared with the Master at night-” A sound of a slap echoed throughout the passage, and the girl’s head was forcefully turned to the side. “How dare you think a lowlife like her can near my husband?” See, that’s what power can do, it can get a double-sized to accept any form of harassment despite having the strength to fight back. Seeing Chloe with such an aura, I wondered how it would feel to be me.

"My mother built that core for a true Alpha. Not for a corporate hound who traded his humanity for dark silver." Victor’s mechanical jaw snapped shut, his HUD flaring a violent, unhinged crimson. "I’ll tear his head off and make you watch, cousin!" Victor lunged. Unlike the other fighters, Victor didn't move with fluid grace or shifter speed. He moved with the terrifying, instantaneous acceleration of a rocket-boosted projectile. His dark silver cybernetics flared, generating a high-voltage vacuum field that instantly killed the ambient light around his fists. "Agnes... now!" Rhys roared into his comms, stepping forward to meet the collision head-on.

I hissed, tightening my grip on his throat. He didn’t answer. Just grinned wider. "You've been fighting the wrong war." I didn’t wait. I drove my elbow into his jaw—hard enough to silence that smug mouth. His head snapped to the side, and for a moment, he lay still beneath me. But not for long, his muscles jerked up, almost like a second life. He jumped right back to his feet. And then, with a snarl, Victor lunged at me. Then he took a large swipe, I claws stinging into my side, a surge of pain moved through me like fire.

And he'll show Raja that it was just luck a while ago. Victor chuckled, shaking his head. “Still arrogant.” He cracked his knuckles, stepping forward. “But you’re weaker now. And weak people—” His eyes gleamed. “Gets punished.” Then—Victor moved. Fast. To counter Raja who's also moving. A fist came flying, aimed at Raja’s ribs. Raja barely dodged, twisting to the side as the air whistled past his ear. Damn! He's strong! No wasted movement. No hesitation. Victor was skilled—brutal, precise, a warrior honed through years of war. Before Raja could counter, Victor’s leg shot up—a powerful kick to his side. Raja gritted his teeth as the impact sent him skidding back.

They would roast him easily and it was too early for him to die. Aaron chuckled at Arthur's reply and shook his head. He nonchalantly swished his hand as if to dismiss what Arthur has just claimed. With an albeit insincere apologetic smile, he elaborated, "Victor is short for Victory. I may have shortened her name to Victor so that you'd agree to her using your room." His lips curved into a wide grin, exposing his pearly white teeth to his brother.