Victorious Ao3 Novels & Stories

CELESTINA VILLARAMA'S POV As I declared that I would be the one victorious in the end, I sat on the bodies of the rogues that I slaughtered. Their heads were laying beside the shelves and were lined up to make sure that I really did defeat five of them in an hour. I still can't believe that I did it, but that's really the result.

Victor closed his eyes for a moment before turning to look at the waiting court and his parents. “Lady Viktoria of Ezorona has been born.” He sighed. He knew that he couldn’t really call her Lady since she was a dhampir, but he hoped that he wouldn’t be punished for doing this just this once. His father scowled before storming away. His mother patted the sides of his arms and whispered that there was always the next time, but Victor knew there wouldn’t be. This was the only chance the saints had given him. Viktoria’s POV

Aaron purred while his lips puckered to Victory's direction. "You would too, if only you knew how great I am in bed." He then smiled at her lecherously, while giving her a meaningful dirty wink. "Yes, Aaron, I love you, but not your DINGDONG." Victory is one of those people who has a perversion to saying words that she feels are obscene or dirty. She then tries her best to replace the cuss words with other words and most of the time, her words made no sense at all. This time, what she was referring to is Aaron's member, jutting below his pelvis.

And as Victor staggered backward, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at the dagger in his body and Derrick knew that victory was within reach. "It's over, Victor," he declared, his voice ringing out with authority despite the pain of the injuries he had. "You've lost." “No,” Victor gasped as he fell to his knee, the poison spreading faster than he could imagine. And as Derrick stood victorious over his fallen enemy, the rest of the men cheered, ready to celebrate their Alpha's victory. As Derrick and his comrades began their journey back home a sudden snarl echoed through, sending a chill down their spines.

“It’s you. Break the core, and you break yourself. Join me, and we’ll remake everything.” I staggered, the dagger’s light dimming, the mark’s burn overwhelming, her visions flooding me—ruling, not fighting, power, not pain. The bond was a whisper now, Lucian’s voice gone, and I felt her winning, her smile in my mind, my hands trembling, the dagger slipping.

Heavy, final. Victor leaned down, lips brushing Aaron’s temple. “You’re mine now, whether you know it or not.” And just like that, the Villain disappeared.

Her image convulsed one last time before blinking out entirely. The platform darkened. Silence fell. Victor backed away, hands shaking not with guilt but euphoria. “You think you’ve been protecting her all this time, Damien. But really, you’ve just been delaying the inevitable. The world doesn’t need a fragile queen. It needs a digital god.” Damien surged forward despite the pain, tackling Victor into the corner. They collided with the server wall, fists flying. Victor fought back hard, trained, and brutal. The two men grappled, grunted, and cursed— neither holding back.

AURORA'S POV Damion’s arms wrapped tightly around me, his lips trailing down my neck, branding me with a passion so fierce it almost burned away my guilt. Almost. I melted into him, my fingers tangled in his dark hair, my breath hitching as his kisses deepened. But no matter how desperately I wanted to stay in this moment, my mind refused to stay still. Images of the battle flashed like lightning behind my eyelids—Volak’s twisted sneer before I struck the final blow, his monstrous beast plummeting lifeless from the skies, and my mind trailed back to the chains of the other creatures snapping as I set them free from Velmoria’s cruel rule.

“No. You brought her back. Alive. That means everything.” He looked away, brushing blood from his brow. “She’s strong. You should be proud.” “I am,” I said. “Thank you, Elijah. For everything.” For a moment, the war and chaos felt distant, replaced by a quiet understanding between two warriors who had lost much but fought harder. Then Elijah nodded again. “Elijah,” I gave a moment, before I called his name again. “She told me,” I continued. “Victor plans to come after her. Not just for power—but to make her his mate.”

Jayce threw himself to the ground, trying to crush my baby's blue-black wolf under his weight. Mid-roll though, he flew across the dirt as my baby kicked him off with his hind legs. Jayce quickly got up as Cyrus started to roll onto his feet, slightly winded. I watched as the gray creature quickly closed the distance and bit into Cyrus' right hind leg. Hard. I saw his pale blue eyes widen in pain before he kicked Jayce in the face with his left hind leg, causing him to release his right and stumble back, shaking his head. The familiar metallic scent of blood drifted into the air as Cyrus whipped around. Head-butting Jayce, he ducked his head slightly and clamped onto his throat, still being