Victorious Beck Novels & Stories

"We would be honored." The End

“And that’s good for all of us, right?” Beck grinned back, nodding. “Can’t argue with that.” I gave his shoulder one more pat, this time slower, more thoughtful. “Well done, Beck. Whatever you did, it worked,” I said in a sincere tone. *** 240125, Anne Joyce

I looked around for any sight of Hector, but he was nowhere to be found, and Alexa was still struggling to break free. I rushed to her side, making some vampires dead, the pressure around her tensed up. "Kendell," she said, relief in her voice as she faced me. I had waited patiently for the day she would look at me affectionately and not as one who was a beast, or who had killed her sister. "Alexa!" I screamed back, making my way to her, but the warriors never seemed to reduce—the more I killed, the more they came, like swarms of locusts.

If I started drinking tonight, I wouldn’t stop. “The Beamer pack has already sent their first set of warriors to test the waters,” Victor said. “Now that they’ve confirmed the BlackStorm pack is at its weakest, why not send the full army?” “Not yet,” I cut him off. “We need to know where Khalid is first. He could be anywhere. He could be watching from the shadows.” Victor scoffed. “Wait—you’re that scared of him?” “I’m not scared, you foolish bastard!” I roared, my throat cracking. Rage surged, sharp and raw. I had wanted to head straight home after the police station, but Victor had convinced me to come here instead. He said we could plan our next move here.

My beast bristled, reminding me how inexplicable this has all been so far. "That's good, now we wait. We have no idea when they'll attack. There are still two more packs between us and the last pack they attacked. They'll either attack one of those before us or maybe they have enough strength and aid to just attack us now," Victor's timber drawl was all alpha, all control and poise. There was no loving lilt in his words. No warmth in his oceanic eyes. No trace of a smile etching into crease lines.

Valerie “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” I stepped aback, brows scrunching into a crease. “You are clever, Valerie.” Mr. Drakos huffed a chuckle, tingling around my neck, “I’m sure you understand that Red Moon has played a pivotal role in that war. Like I said, it’s totally up to you.”

"I know you're MOB, the owner of the Dweller Cartel. We're in the same industry, and you're aware of my connections. It's not impossible for me to know all of that. And all your hard work will go to waste if you don't find a way." Beckett didn't respond. His gaze was fixed on the floor, and sudden memories flashed through his mind. He thought about the source of his vengeance – the death of his parents. And now, he had a new reason to fight. It was Vivianne. He couldn't let her suffer the way he did when his parents died. He needed to save her from her father's grasp, as well as her mother. Beckett couldn't do that if he was powerless. Someone was trying to take him down, and he couldn't all

I said, before leaving the room and shutting the door. As usual, Beck's waiting for me. “Assemble the men. They're going into the woods to take down Vince.” “What? What about his Pack?” “We'll invade it after killing him.” Beck stepped in front of me, forcing me to halt. “You're being silly-” “Do as you're told, Beck.” I retorted, standing toe to toe with him. “This is because of that princess, isn't it? You wanna kill the man so badly so you can have her. She's never gonna love you, man. Isn't that obvious already?”

VICTOR I stood in front of my men, watching them train. Adrian Knight thought he was untouchable. He was wrong. I had been quiet for too long, watching, waiting. But now? It was time to strike again. Adrian’s company was vulnerable. His men were distracted. And most importantly, Adrian himself was missing. Perfect. I turned to my second-in-command. "Is everything ready?" "Yes, boss. Our men are stronger, faster. We’re prepared for anything." A slow smirk spread across my lips. "This time, I win."