Victorious Beck Novels & Stories

Cameron wagged a finger in confirmation at me. "Discuss our plan to the other guards that will be taking part in this plan. And keep me updated about Nicole's arrival." Cameron nods and stood up while walking out of my study. I held up the clear picture of Nicole and gazed at it closely. A new fuel of anger and hatred jolted throughout my whole body just by staring at the picture of that motherfuckers daughter. I'll get my revenge on drake for messing with the wrong person. And your daughter is the perfect solution.

Raven burst into a loud roar as he felt the pack bond forming in his mind. He got the title back.

Still in the arms of Alpha Arkon. We arrived at the compound of the packhouse. This is unbelievable. The yard of the courthouse is beyond recognizable. Blood flows through the green grass and the tied ground. Bodies of dead wolves litter everywhere. Rogues tear the skin of the rest of Alpha Kryptos warriors fighting for survival. My running eyes find Beckett who is walking towards us. He is in his human form. Bare. The ripped head of Titans dangles in his hand as he holds it by his side. Stopping in front of us, “With how tight your hands are all over Arkon, I don't need to ask if you are feeling better. Your skin is back to being flawless, Vynessa.” Beckett smiles.

They saw the facilities and, finally, the rooms. “Sir, this is the premium room, it has access to a private beach.” “Could you give us a minute alone?” “Yes, sir.” The employee left the room. Axel and Alicia walked towards some lounge chairs at the exit of the room and sat down. Seconds later, Axel let out a big sigh before speaking. “Miss Torres?” “Yes, sir?” Alicia asked, looking at him while he continued to stare at the beach.

“Dakota came to me and told me the Moon Goddess says to trust her. I plan on following what the Moon Goddess says to do.” “Then we trust her.” Dad agrees. (King Lysander’s P.O.V) Kingdom of Khisfire: I can’t believe that Beatrix was brought back, I thought we had snuffed her and her minions out! The paperwork that I’m holding bursts into flames. “Woah there, Smokey, calm down.” I hear the voice of my mate, Winnie, from the doorway. I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my mate, and if I was a shifter my beast would have been calmed by that alone.

We had weathered the storm, faced the challenge head-on, and emerged victorious. "Stay alert," I reminded my companions in a hushed voice, my senses still on high alert. The rogues might have retreated for now, but the wildness of the night held secrets and uncertainties that couldn't be ignored. As we neared the base, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. We were warriors, protectors of our territory, and guardians of our pack's legacy. The battle had been won, and as we rejoined our waiting pack, I knew that the lessons learned in the heat of combat would forever shape our path forward.

Beck continued evenly, "to prove Elva's innocence, I assume you wouldn't mind drinking it yourself." Elva staggered back, shaking her head violently. "It's not mine." "Pull the security footage," Beck ordered flatly. The bodyguards had never seen that kind of killing intent in his eyes. One of them immediately ran toward the security office. Beck stepped forward, his gaze icy. "You have two choices. Drink it yourself--or I'll make you drink it." Elva's legs trembled uncontrollably. She had heard countless stories about Beck's methods, but facing him like this, she finally understood what people meant by merciless.

We fought back-to-back, trusting each other completely. Tate and Beck were ferocious, protecting our flanks with everything they had. Tate’s sarcasm vanished, replaced by lethal focus as he dropped two attackers in quick succession. Beck was a wall of muscle and precision, his shots measured and devastating. “Keep moving!” he bellowed, covering our retreat toward the rear exit.

Becky squeaked giddily. (A/N: hal-aboeji means grandfather, hal-amonim means grandmother) "Jinjja?" Vincent grinned. "Uhn, jinja." Becky clapped her hands excitedly. "That's good news but I'm busy, sister..." Vincent twitched his lips. "Mwolae, see you at home." Becky sneered and walked out of the office. Vincent chuckled and got back to work. 🌹 E C S T A S Y 🌹

"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.