Pokemon Victor Novels & Stories

Of what he had to fight for. Gritting his teeth, Arthur reached for it. His fingers brushed against the cool metal, but before he could close his grip around it, a mercenary grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up. "You just don’t know when to quit, do you?" the man sneered, cocking back his fist before slamming it into Arthur’s face. Arthur’s head snapped back, his body too weak to resist as he crumpled to the ground once more. Blood dripped from his split lip, and his breaths were shallow.

I sat in my office for seven hours without living a muscle, just watching the video without taking my eyes off of it. Victor Viper was not joking when he promised Eliot Williamson that he was going to make him cry like a little boy, make him piss and soil his pants. Victor Viper tortured the man who had tried to take his city and legacy away from him, along with his only daughter.

Victor waved him off. “That dart was specially made,” Victor said, crouching beside me. “Fast-acting paralytic. Meant for your precious queen. I wanted her docile when I put her in the ground. But this… this is better. You taking the hit for her? It's almost poetic.” My hands twitched uselessly. My fingers refused to grip the floor. My legs went cold, then numb. My mouth struggled to form a word. Victor leaned close, voice like poison. “Don’t worry, brother. She’s not dying for nothing. You see… I already got what I needed.”

"I saw them at the river last week. They were hunting near our border, and I heard their leader, a brute named Victor, boasting about taking our land." The mention of Victor made Sophia's heart run with stories of his strength and danger running through her mind. What are we supposed to do?, she wondered, helpless. Bobbing his head, Robert took it all in. "We'll have to increase our patrols. I want scouts out there watching for anything that might seem like trouble. We can't afford to get caught off guard." Sophia felt a well of fear and anger rise up. Why did things have to be this way? Why couldn't they just all live in peace?

It was a technique more potent than the wolfsbane. The only way to save Craig was to hit him with an attack that rivaled or was bigger than his. It had to be a technique suitable for quenching fire, and that happened to be my water technique. He's lucky It was only 20 percent that burst into his back, almost hitting his thoracic vertebra. He’s quite a lucky kid; if he weren’t, then he’d be dead in a heartbeat. “I’m back.” I announced as I opened the door.

His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential. His opponent swung his arm back and forwards to Sorin who blocked it with both his arms and then in a swift movement he went forward and landed a tight punch in his opponent's bare face which was open and unprotected making the opponent fall down in pain. Sorin won. Sorin grinned as he looked up at Maceo who scoffed at him but nevertheless gave Sorin a smile. The referee whistled and taking Sorin's hand he shouted "And the winner is ARMANDOOO!" as the crowd gathered cheered.

Richard asked with a frown. “Dustin Fox is simply too powerful…” Victor stuttered. “I barely managed to get out a few words… but he made his move! I only traded three blows with him before he hit me with an open-palm strike, and I was injured! It took all my strength to escape!” Victor sounded shaken. His acting was frighteningly convincing. “What?!” Margaret and Amara were shocked. They could barely believe it. How could the greatest fighter of Lannopolis be defeated after just three blows?

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.

"Talk fast. I’ve got a low tolerance for losers." "I have Dominic’s throat in my hand," Victor leaned in, his voice a jagged growl. "I know which captains are ready to flip and which ones need a bullet. You’re playing bank games at the top. I’m the one who can actually rip his heart out on the street." "You couldn't even keep yourself out of a cage, Victor. Why the hell should I trust a stray dog?" "Because Dominic knows how to fight a shark like you. He has no idea how to fight a ghost like me." Victor’s eyes burned with a desperate, violent light. "I know his triggers. I know where he hides his sins. Do you want the East Pier or not?"

The battle raged on for several hours before finally Tane’s group took the upper hand and Victor was squared off against the opposing captain as the rest of Tane’s soldiers finished what they were doing and looked up. The wind had started to blow with immense power as with the brewing storm. Victor was advancing, but their captain was skilled enough to impress even Sylvia. He backed onto one of the remaining bridges and Victor followed. Victor was going for a strike when the board under his right leg gave way. The captain took the opportunity and made a strike. Victor tried to sweep kick him to give time to pull himself up, but he dodged. Victor blocked his strike and saw him reach under his