Victoria Vance Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

A power couple forged in fire. [The Trap] Victoria Vance watched them approach from the VIP platform. Her grip on her champagne flute tightened until her knuckles turned white. "Audacious," she hissed. "Coming here without masks." She signaled the band leader. "Play the Waltz. Now." The conductor tapped his baton. The orchestra began a slow, sweeping waltz. Victoria stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Vance Gala. Tonight is about family. And I am delighted to welcome my... stepdaughter, Harper."

HELLO EVERYONE! It’s been one hell of a ride in the past couple of weeks, with RISE OF THE DARKFORCE having started back in August 2021. Highschool teen/superhero Natasha Johnson a.k.a the Viper, has gotten into Senior Year with her best friend Cassie and her other friends; Lucas, Carmen, Marcus and Henry. A new kid then joins the class (Xander) and as time progresses, Natasha is already dating him and things are going swell for them except for Lucas who seems not so pleased by this.

“This is my little granddaughter Kiya, and this is my grandson, Lionel.” “Hii!” The girl whose name was Kiya waved at us excitedly, but neither Alexander nor Jarred acknowledged her presence, both instead stood still, exuding suffocating auras. I chuckled nervously and squat to the girl's level, giving her a high five. “Hi there Kiya, I'm Au–Victoria.” The girl smiled brightly. “Victoria? That's the name of my doll! Do you wanna see her?” I nod, she was so cute and pretty. “Of course, I'd be delighted to.”

"I'm the daughter! You can't cast me out! Dad, stop it! You're hurting me!" Victoria’s heels scraped against the gravel of the driveway, leaving jagged white ruts in the stone. Gregory Cain didn't slow down. His fingers remained locked around her upper arm, his grip so tight the skin was already mottling into a bruised purple. He dragged her toward the iron maw of the pack gates like a piece of refuse destined for the incinerator.

He couldn't take any chances, because Victoria and her children were his most precious possessions, and the children couldn't live without their mother. Victoria's face changed, because she had fallen in love with Jackson and didn't like this advice, but now Victoria had no choice. “All right!” She nodded. “I'm sorry about this, but I'm doing it because I want to protect you!” Jackson said gently, and Victoria understood. "So who are you going to find? Because, whether you like it or not, the girl will be in danger, and that's not fair!“ ”Don't worry, I have a friend named Vanessa, and she's a retired special forces soldier, and she's not afraid of anything!“

We grabbed out bags and a towel and went to meet Victora out the front of Megan's house. Victoria was the only one out of the three of us who had passed her test and bought a car. she was by far the most responsible one. She pulled up in her little yellow Suzuki swift. she loved her car and had work and saved hard to be able to have it. Her parents were working class poor so they could not afford to buy it for her. Victoria worked all through the summer holidays to be able to buy it. we hardly saw her for the whole seven weeks. "Get in girls, it's too hot to just stand about."

He still held the rank of Lead Guardian, but his edge was tempered by the small, giggling bundle of fur currently chewing on his boot. "Caleb, leave your father’s boots alone," Victoria laughed, walking over to join them. She looked radiant, her second-chance bond with Zayne having unlocked a level of healing magic that served as the pack's backbone. She picked up their three-year-old pup. A silver-furred ball of energy named Caleb and winked at me. "He's got his father's stubbornness," Victoria said, leaning into Zayne’s side. Zayne wrapped a protective arm around her, his eyes softening in a way I hadn't seen since before the Great Fall.

Out of nowhere, Victoria found a burst of strength and ripped free from the female officers again. Her bloodshot eyes locked onto Jason, who was shaking like a leaf. "You. You killed my father! You're going to pay for this with your life!" Her voice was the sound of something inhuman. She launched herself at him. Jason screamed and bolted for the door. But Victoria, broken and feral, was faster. She slammed into his back like a rabid animal, her hands clamping around his throat.

Victoria was staring at the clutches beside her. She had called Valerie several times and had even taken the risk to go to her apartment but she wasn't around. Valerie was never there when she needed her the most, she was either working or going around partying and chasing after Lucio. Tears brimmed down Victoria's cheeks, there was nothing else she could do except turn to the last person she would want to see. The doorbell rings and she gets up striding towards the door and yanks it wide open exposing her mother Patricia.

Her muscles coiled, and in a blur of motion, she leaped in front of Tyler, intercepting the assailant's path. Their collision was fierce, bodies crashing together in a whirlwind of fur and teeth. Victoria's senses heightened, her every nerve attuned to the threat before her. She felt the weight of the attacker's paws bearing down on her, his claws grazing her side, but she refused to yield. Bared teeth clashed in a savage struggle, the snarls and growls filling the air like a symphony of danger. Victoria's witch powers surged within her, enhancing her strength and reflexes. She fought with a combination of agility and cunning, her movements fluid and calculated.