Victorious Ao3 Novels & Stories

"I am the rightful alpha, and I will take back what's mine." Victor snarled, his lips curling back from his teeth. "We'll see about that," he said, and with a nod, his loyal followers attacked. with both sides fighting for dominance. But we had the upper hand, with our pack's unity and strength giving us the edge we needed. Slowly but surely, we pushed Victor's followers back, until finally, we stood victorious. Victor snarled and snapped, his eyes flashing with anger and defeat. "You may have won this battle," he said, "but I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

Lucy said, her voice trembling. Alexei nodded. "Victor's network is dismantled." I smiled. "We won." But as I gazed into Reina's eyes, I knew the true victory. Love had conquered fear. Hope had triumphed over darkness. The city, once held hostage by Victor's terror, was finally free.

he continued, taking my wrist to his lips and speaking into it, "I, Lord Aric, High Lord of the Northwest Territory, claim Liberty as my Lady and my wife from this moment forward until eternity." I felt his fangs being driven firmly into my flesh as I caught a glimpse of them. It was just a split second, but when he drew away and licked the wound to close it, I felt a surge of strength through my veins. The wound was sealed. When I noticed that everyone was looking at me, I immediately understood what action to do. After taking Aric's hand, I gazed intently into his bright eyes as I held his hand. Before I bit into his wrist, I spoke, "I, Liberty, formerly of the human species, now a vampire

But we fought back, wielding our light as a shield against their malevolence. Victor's abilities as a warrior and his deep connection to the light were evident as he moved through the battlefield, his movements fluid and precise. He fought with a passion that defied the darkness, each strike resonating with the force of his conviction. I watched him with a mixture of awe and pride, grateful that fate had brought us together.

But the victory tasted like ashes in my mouth, bitter and choking. I couldn’t shake the image of that hand emerging from the inferno; pale, burned, reaching. It had clawed its way out, fingers flexing with unnatural purpose, as if the fire itself had birthed something monstrous. And then the figure had risen, tall and unbowed, suit fused to blistered skin, Victor’s eyes locking onto mine through the haze. He’d smiled. Through the pain, through the blood, he’d smiled, holding the Heartstone aloft like a dark sacrament.

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But ultimately, I stood victorious, having killed all who dared to oppose me. I mind-linked Elijah, making sure that Thor was dead and remained so this time. It was getting late, but if I had to, I would drag this fight out until the last of the rebels had been slaughtered. But sure enough, once the zombie-wolves were taken out, the battle was an easy win. So Victor was victorious too... Not that I ever doubted that he would, but the fucking asshole could have mind-linked me about it! Growling low, I quickly mind-linked my men at White Moon Flower, asking about their status. And sure enough, my mate’s pack had been attacked---

The warm water is magic on his aching muscles. Ariadne's in the other room, ready for the taking. Victor wonders what's wrong with him. Why isn't he in there, fucking the Omega to tears? Victor had burned through several Omega's this time three months ago, during his last rut. He doesn't even remember their names, just four anonymous, faceless girls that he'd f*cked to ruin. So why is Ariadne any different? But she is; she is different. Ariadne's different from everyone.

Who else was here with her? “Hector was supposed to keep her safe, alpha. It was his punishment for questioning his orders. He had to live in this dungeon with this devil, yet he never complained even once…” Oxey looked out of it. His gaze wasn’t focused, and even as he stood up, his steps faltered weakly. He blamed himself for the young warrior’s demise. “How could she just rip his heart out of his chest? How could evil run so much in your blood?”

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.