Victories Greater Than Death Novels & Stories

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Storm understood that with a calm acceptance I wasn’t sure I would ever possess. Death wasn’t a new concept to her. She understood that it had always been a possibility. Hers. Mine. Anyone’s. It didn’t make her doubt the outcome. It simply meant that sometimes there was a cost to victory and when it came time for payment, we might not like the price. Neither of us expected that the tide would come back and turn in our favor before that price could be collected. We hadn’t expected Osric.

Not just existed. Not just waited for death. But lived. Chose life. Chose happiness. Chose each other. Every day. Every moment. Every breath. That was victory. Real victory. Not defeating enemies. Not surviving impossible. But choosing life despite knowing it ends. Despite knowing threats exist. Despite knowing nothing lasts forever. Choosing it anyway. Choosing now. Choosing love. Choosing each other. Choosing happiness. That was brave. That was strong. That was everything. And they were doing it. Finally. Completely. Together. And nothing not Primal Court, not prophecy, not anything could take that away. Not unless they let it. Not unless they chose to let fear win. Chose to let waiting fo

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

By this time, Uncle Rian and Uncle Cormac have shown up along with the twins, Owen and Marcus, and Uncle Cormac’s son, Angus. “No, they didn’t say a word. Why?” Euan goes on to tell the group what the white tiger shifter said about me being his mate, how the dark spell caster Beatrix had helped them with their attack and that she hadn’t mentioned something to them. Auntie Morrigan’s face went from a look of concentration to downright murderous hearing Beatrix’s name. “There’s no way she’s alive. I killed her, Silas, and Calida during the Dark War. There was no way she could have survived it.”

VICTOR’S POV I had won the battle. But at what cost? As I stood there, watching the video Damian had sent, a crushing weight settled on my chest. The pain was unbearable, like a blade slicing through my soul. My hands trembled, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my vision blurred with unshed tears. My grandfather was dead. Emma had lost her baby. The very people I had fought to protect had suffered because of me. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was fighting for justice, for the truth. But now, standing in the wreckage of my choices, it felt like I had lost everything.

To break cycles. "I used to think victory meant defeating everyone who hurt me," I said quietly. "But real victory is this. Emma and Sophia becoming friends. Learning to build without the battles I fought. Creating a future that's better than the past." "That's not just victory," Marcus said. "That's legacy." I thought about Tatiana, dying at forty-five, using her final months to point her daughter toward me. Toward a different path than the one she'd walked. I thought about Brock, dying in prison, his legacy nothing but pain and caution.

I said, waiting for her to continue. "No organization wanted to trade with them anymore" she said. "Bingo! So, the first key to destroying someone who seem untouchable is getting the person's dark side, turn it to the person's weakness, make them beg for mercy, turn them to your dog, put a leash on them and in the end, still use what you have to destroy them. You see why I said it's not about the money" I said and paused. "If this information leak to any of the junior rank police officer, they start a social media trend or a tumor which later result to a social media trend" I added looking at her to confirm she is following