Victorious Beck Oliver Novels & Stories

Victor’s breathing was heavy as he tightened his grip on the blade, it was dripping with the beast’s blood. The monstrous beast attacked again; its speed was terrifying. Victor sidestepped just in time, slashing across its side, but the beast only roared louder, its eyes glowing red. "Victor, behind you!" Olivia’s voice comes out sharply. Reacting instantly, Victor bent down, the beast’s claws barely missed his head. He moved forward, coming to his feet in one fast motion, and swung the blade upward. This time, the strike hit its mark; gashing the beast’s neck.

Looking into his bright blue eyes, the falsehood simply refuses to form on my tongue. So, I say nothing. I stare directly at him, keeping my lips firmly sealed, hoping the silence will act as a shield. It does the exact opposite. A slow, victorious grin spreads across Oliver's face. The bright, triumphant light returns to his eyes, burning away the remnants of his earlier hesitation. "I knew it!" Oliver crows, throwing his hands up in the air in a gesture of pure victory. "I fucking knew it!" "You know nothing," I growl, my voice a dark warning.

The twenty girls from the community which were selected by Obidiya and Ugo had joined the eighty girls in the tent, to Oliver's surprise, his sister was not in the group. “Serves her right.” He chuckled, and walked with the family to the tent. “Is Oliver related to Beck?” A woman from the villagers' section asked when she saw him putting on the funeral clothes. “Who is Oliver?” Shane's mother asked. “Oliver, the son of Bertram the topper.” “Hiss. That fool? He allowed himself to be used for nothing.” “For nothing? He is putting on the funeral clothes.” The first woman pointed out.

“Hey... Barbie.” Victor’s voice sounded making Becca flinch backward. Ezra and Reid quickly walk in front, mindlink on how to take him out. “You know I can hear all you say... Arggg!” Before Victor could finish his words, a deep roar followed and he fell to the floor. And then Becca watched him again, Ezra and Reid got ready to attack him but they waited for him to stand up. “Guys, hang in it is me. I made him think he wins so that I would be able to push everything down his digestive system!” Alexander uttered touching his forehead and breathing loudly.

The boys instantly heed to her beck and call, fawning over her and her injuries. Carden’s head whips back as he hollers my name. I don’t come. He says it once more, more aggressive this time. His deep voice echoes down the street. If no one realized I was back in town, they do now. Oliver slips away from the girl. His shirt front is streaked with blood. Stopping a few feet away, he looks at me. “Nineteen, we need your help.” He’s trying to be charming by calling me Nineteen. “You’re a soldier and a bullheaded girl that doesn’t shy away from a fight, so let’s go get the creep that did this.” And there it goes. Bullheaded. Those are charming words that any girl would love to hear.

She took a deep breath, seeming prepared to say something more important. —Beck, you were trained to kill and to notice what’s wrong around you, but you never imagined that your worst enemy would be by your side. Beck frowned, not understanding. —I don’t understand. —Look clearly, Rebeca. He is... At that moment, a shot came through the window and hit Verônica in the chest. Beck ran out of the room and shouted: —they’re out there! Get them! She returned to the room and saw that Verônica was already dead. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stay calm and grabbed the phone to call her father.

“Give us the strength to endure. Protect Olivia and everyone else and guide us to victory.” When I opened my eyes, my determination solidified. Around me, the scene was a battlefield, not of soldiers but of resilience. Every life saved here added power to Olivia’s fight, each bandage and salve a testament to our refusal to succumb. Victor's POV The night sky twisted into a canvas of chaos and fury as I surveyed the battlefield from atop the fort's ancient stone wall. My heart pounded against my chest, synchronised with the drumbeat of war that enveloped our once-confident stronghold. Never had a conflict felt so dire, my soul teetering on the precipice of despair.

"Who is leading Beta? Oliver?" "No, Oliver is not coming. Maddox is leading Beta." Victoria mind linked me. "Don't bring up Oliver again. I'll explain later." Oliver was as good with hand-to-hand combat as Victoria, as well as the bester archer their team had. Why wasn't he here? Fuck, what if he is Victoria's mate, and she rejected him and kicked him off the team. "Everyone has their assignments. Move out." "Alpha Killian, Can I get a word?"

He was wounded severely and almost beaten to death but he still took his stance as Malaska's voice echoed in ears , never to give up even if death was staring right in his face. He used the last bloody strength of his and slammed the rogue holding his arm to drag him and and jumped up slowly to swerve his leg to the head and anyone coming for him. They were falling down now as Oliver could feel this new strength taking over his body. The new anger and the determination to finish them was now clouded in his thoughts. After feeling as if he was becoming victorious, he opted into a very horrific strategy for Oliver as he saw them shifting. Bones snapped and cracked to turn into wolves to attack

"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.