Victorious Ao3 Novels & Stories

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"

Unexposed. Victorious.

Claiming me. On the last night before we moved on Vic I rode him slow on the bed. Windows open. Sea breeze. Moonlight on our skin. When this ends. I whispered. We stay here. Raise Livia. No more wars. He thrust up deep. Eyes fierce. Yes amore. No more shadows. Only us. I came crying his name. He followed. Filling me full. We won the next day. Ambush in the hills. Vic dead. Bullet from Valerio’s gun. Clean. Final.

I let out a bitter laugh and suddenly tore open my shirt, exposing the dense scars across my chest. "Aurora! Without me, your rivals would have chopped you into pieces and thrown you into the river to feed the fish! You want to repay his favor, but what about mine? What about the wounds I suffered for you?" Back then, when Aurora had just started her career, she had taken on a major commercial case. To force her to withdraw, her opponents sent dozens of thugs to corner her in an alley. I took eighteen knife wounds to pull her out of that desperate situation.

Kelvin might have thought that he won now but he only just made himself one of my enemies because I was so going to be the one to crush and end him again, right after he helped me to get rid of Dairus. None of these Lycans would ever rule against the werewolves. I was going to make sure of that. Kelvin left my room through the window afterwards while I collapsed on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief to be free of his toxic aura. Just as I got up, deciding to take a bath, I heard a knock on my door and turned. "Come in." I answered thinking it was Iris, only for the door to open, revealing Darius. Anger burned through my veins as I could feel my expression tightening.

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

Octavius lets out. Victor chuckles, an almost amused sound, as he slowly lifts a hand to inspect the blood staining his sleeve. “Oh, Alpha, I’m far more than a pawn. And unlike your so-called warriors... or Beta...” he says, gesturing lazily to the blood on his clothes, “I’m not so easily broken.” Kaida’s heart pounds in her chest, her instincts screaming at her to act, to fight. But she holds back, sensing that Victor is baiting her, trying to make her lose control.

He killed him and I can’t help but feel proud of making him my honorable personal assistant. When I’m about to look in the other direction, someone’s clenched hand collides with my jaw, making me groan. I try to remain steady as I almost lose my balance. I brush my thumb over my bottom lips and notice blood. Glancing over, I see Bryce and catch the sight of his bleeding nose. He advances toward me, gritting his teeth. He again throws a punch in my direction but I successfully dodge it by ducking and my fist strikes with his jaw hard enough for him to stumble again. But this time, he doesn’t stand on his feet again.

It was a moment of cosmic defiance, where love triumphed over adversity, and the celestial currents resonated with the harmonious victory of their intertwined destiny. As the climax unfolded, the celestial guide allowed the harmonious energies to illuminate the denouement of their cosmic narrative. The adversaries, vanquished by the power of love, dissipated into the astral currents, leaving behind a cosmic resonance that echoed with the harmonious triumph of Victoria and Alexander's united souls.

She had done it for Theodora and for just like that she had been a victim of her product. “I don't pity you, you've killed more and made others crazy for no reason. Since they will be coming back soon, you will have to look after yourself from the moment you step out of here. You shall no longer be ours to worry and our problem, from then henceforth.'' Alex sighed standing up and dusting his pants. He felt lighter and was ready to face reality yet again. “Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword”