Victorious Beck Novels & Stories

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---

He was in front of me then he was gone. The solidness of the earth was swept from under me as he swung his leg under me and my back hit the earth. I felt my power getting restless, wanting to be let free. As the wind was knocked out of my lungs, my vision became clear and I saw Beck peel his face over my face. With he a grin on his face he chuckled, "Is that all you've got?" I grabbed his legs and pulled them up from underneath him and pulled myself up. "Game on Beck."

Candy’s voice came through, low and grim: “Movement at the northern ridge. Lots of it. Whatever they’re planning... it’s happening now.” Becky reached for her blades, her fingers trembling for the briefest moment before she stilled them. I caught her wrist. “We do this together.” She paused, staring at me. I didn’t look away. Not this time. Then finally her fingers laced through mine, tight enough to bruise. “Together,” she said. The word was a vow. A promise. A warning. They wanted a war? Fine. We’d give them one. ok away. Not this time.

"We voted and half the team stayed behind to try to find him. That went directly against Beck's orders and he'll be pissed off. They were to make the rendezvous point and leave behind anyone who wasn't with them when they traveled." That's Beck. Whatever it takes to get the job done. It isn't that he doesn't have compassion for his fellow Warriors, it's that he works for the greater good and sometimes that means leaving Warriors behind. Nothing short of death would keep Beck from that rendezvous, and the realization that my friend is likely dead punches me in the gut.

And through the smoke, Kai finally saw her. Becky Everglade stood atop a black-steel war wagon, flames painting her face gold and crimson. Her hair whipped wildly in the burning wind, and her expression—twisted into a triumphant snarl—made Kai’s wolf snap its fangs in fury. “Kai!” she called down, voice bright with madness. “How touching, finding you alive. Still protecting your little lost girl, are you?” He charged toward her, but a barrage of explosive runes struck the ground in front of him, forcing him back in a cloud of dirt and smoke.

Esmond's voice rang with excitement and approval. "Congratulations, Brian! In the recently concluded Spark Cup National Youth Coding Championship, you won first place by an overwhelming margin. "Your project, the Smart City Dynamic Traffic Optimization and Monitoring System, impressed every judge on the panel. They all agreed it's one of the most innovative and practical projects we've seen in years. You've uncovered incredible potential for the future of artificial intelligence in this country!" The entire hall went silent. It wasn't the polite kind of silence, but the stunned kind.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Emani came from the other end. “If I am allowed to restart, I won't make the mistake of not choosing you as my groom.” Cassandra kissed her husband so hard that the guests went on cheering. She held onto her little family with so much love and pride. “I am a beauty of vengeance and I gain love on my journey” <> Bebesan7 THE END

one of the men says. The Victor guy has shoulder‑length dark wavy hair and dark eyes. He’s tall and clearly an Alpha, that much I can see. The other one, who I assume is Beck, might be too, but I can’t completely tell. He’s also tall, but he has a buzz cut. He’s tanned and has dark eyes. Unlike Victor, he has a few scars. “Beck, where is Alpha Warrick?” Colt asks. “We’ve been looking for you, motherfucker. Where are the others?” Beck asks. Victor stays quiet.

We both decided to be silent for the rest of our walk to war. As soon as the Alpha called for action, Beckett shifted into his cecaelia, grabbing hold of a rogue vampire with two of his tentacles and pulling it's head off. It's dust quickly became one with the mud, and I nodded my head at Beckett as I quickly turned the blade of my sword backwards to stab a troll that was running at my back. Clearly, he made the mistake of assuming that I was an easy target. Beckett nodded back at me before we both went our separate ways into the fight.