Victorious Beck Novels & Stories

She giggled at his antics, he's always like this even when he's out of his mind. "Wait, if you weren't trying to break through, why were you in retreat for two weeks?" "I'll tell you later, what's the message?" Xasha was still worried about Verra. "Oh, almost forgot. Verra sent an urgent message a few hours ago. It's Beemo." "Beemo?" "Yes, he's stormed DelaVega City with his strike force. They've killed thousands of people and have burned down nearly a quarter of the City. He's now facing off against Warhammer Bruce."

The first thing Monday morning, Christopher marched into his commander's office. "Sir…I need to talk to you about something pretty important." Bruce Koepke sighed. He liked Beast. He didn't want to lose him, but he already knew what he wanted to ask. "Beast, you're a heluva Marine. You know that or you wouldn't be on an elite force. I don't want to lose you, son." Christopher could barely meet his commander's eyes. Finally he relaxed his formal posture and looked steadily at the older man who was more than his commander, but who was also his friend.

“I will.” Beck together with a few other warriors was at the front, looking for any threats. Calm before the storm, I could almost feel the tension in the air as we waited to engage in combat. “Stay sharp,” Beck called back to us. “They might be hiding anywhere.” Then, he had barely finished his warning when a deep growl resonated from the dark. I drew in a startled breath and looked around, having sensed the thing moving in a corner. It was just there, behind the treetops, a swift moving dark figure.

Reluctantly, Arthur covered her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. "And I look forward to working with you," Victory continued warmly. "Word on the street is that you eat children for breakfast and breathe fire to anyone who dares to mention your name, thus solidifying your status as an unknown recluse. Having sat next to you this past hour, I find my flesh to be of room temperature and you appear to enjoy eating chicken and pudding instead of small children." Victory teased him in her soft musical voice, her green eyes twinkling in merriment and her pink lips were upturned in a wide smile.

Our Alpha and a team of pack soldiers helped us to fight them off and took our wounded comrade to safety. "Is it me, or does Alpha Alec seem crankier than usual?" Lucas mentioned as we hurried home. Our Alpha was as deadly on two legs as he was on four. The guy fought like a berserker, obliterating anything who was dumb enough to stand in his way. Rumors of his fragile state of mind had been gossip for decades. If I had to sum him up in a nutshell, he was the shifter version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

She then walked up to him, and kissed him on his forehead. “I'll be back.” She said, and before he could stop her, she ran off into the woods. About thirty minutes later, she was back with Miley, who was sleeping soundly in her arms. Beck’s joy knew no bounds and that night, they celebrated the return of their daughter. And also celebrated their victory over the sorceress who turned Veronica's life upside down. They then lived in peace and harmony, ruling their pack with wisdom and protecting their people with courage. With Beck, who had now become a fearless Alpha, and Veronica as the powerful Luna, their joint leadership was a force to be reckoned with, and none dared to challenge or conte

The distinctive cadence of someone who moved with absolute confidence in their own space. "That's him," Rosie whispered, grabbing her caddy. "Come on, we need to be invisible." They pressed themselves against the wall near the doorway as the footsteps approached. Sera kept her head down, eyes on the floor, every muscle in her body tense. This was it. Her first moment in the same space as Marcus's killer. The footsteps passed the doorway without pausing. She caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral vision-tall, powerfully built, wearing workout clothes, dark hair still damp from a shower.

Even if she designed clothes with her eyes closed, they'd be better than anything Katrina, the copycat, could come up with. Katrina glared at Serena with anger before turning and walking away. Katrina stormed straight into Marcus's office. Seeing her upset, Marcus tried to comfort her. "My dear, don't worry. Isn't there a live stream coming up? How long has Damien been in this game? He can't possibly understand the market like I do. Plus, I've got a secret weapon ready. This time, we're going to win for sure. Trust me."

Then at my face. "You called us," he said. "What the shit? I didn't call anyone," I said, brutally confused. "Not with words," he said. He looked at my forearm again. "The Mark sent a frequency three days ago when it activated fully. Every ancient bloodline connected to the Nightmoon line felt it." He paused. "We have been moving toward this fortress since that night." "Who are you?" I said. "My name is Belgor," he said. "You lead the Veil Forest rogues," I said.

"The father of the pup in my arms is the Alpha of the Blackrock pack. I need your help." "Look," I whispered into Felix's ear. "It's Faith." Felix remained helpless and unresponsive as drool leaked from the corners of his lips. Faith was momentarily stunned when she noticed us. She then lunged at us with a crazed expression. "Wendy, you bitch!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Long time no see, Faith," I said as I looked at her calmly. "I thought you would be dead by now. I didn't expect you to survive for so long."