Victorious Bird Scene Novels & Stories

​At the exact moment it lunged, I released my grip, dropping a few feet while sweeping my left arm upward in a blazing arc. A dense wave of dark crimson flames erupted from my palm, slamming directly into the creature's chest and wrapping its wings in unquenchable fire. ​The beast shrieked in agony, its momentum completely shattered as the internal heat incinerated its vital organs. It tumbled helplessly backward, spinning out of control before disappearing into the black fog far below. ​Breathing heavily, I hauled myself over the final jagged outcrop and dragged my body onto a wide stone balcony protruding from the cliffside.

More of my kin die as I speed towards my goal. Fuck this bitch. I roar again and see her spin on her hind paws as she rips the head off of another one of my men. His head and body, turning to ash as it nears the floor. Her eyes glow emerald as she takes in the sight of me gaining ground towards her. She scoffs before digging her paws in and leaping into a full force sprint at me. I'm going to enjoy taking this bitch down and draining her of her blood!!

Just the way you framed up my death”. Victor let out a cracked, pathetic cough the minute Silas released him. He couldn’t even fight for himself or even mutter a single word. "Vienne, Come here” Lena was suddenly there, her fingers digging into my coat as she dragged me backward away from the heat. Her hair was still wild, her face smudged with soot, but her grip was tight. Through the flashing blue sparks, I saw Silas stand up from the wreckage. Victor lay motionless on the floor beneath a pile of shattered glass, his expensive silver cane snapped completely in two.

The audience was tense and became silent because of what they witnessed. "Please, don't kill my father," Lorry pleaded. Alpha Homer just glared at Lorry that made Franklin even more angry. Without a doubt, Franklin threw Alpha Homer hard into the wall. Alpha Homer coughs blood and turns back into his human form. Franklin walked towards Alpha Homer's direction. He saw Alpha Homer cough some blood. As soon as Franklin arrived in front of Alpha Homer, was about to behead his neck when Alpha Homer surrendered. "I surrender. Y-you win," Alpha Homer said before he lost his consciousness.

His long whistle lasted a full five seconds, and it was only after it was over that Orange Ivy took her hands off her ears. Ten seconds later, a happy chirp greeted the duo, and a beautiful red bird arrived in front of them with speed so great that none of them would have been able to react if it was an attack. The bird flew around them happily, before it settled on Vital Orange’s arm. Vital Orange playfully flicked the beak of the bird a few times, much to its amusement; Orange Ivy stroked its feathers gently, an action that had it chirping in comfort. “I want you to do something for me Turbo,” Vital Orange said to the small bird, and it curiously cocked its head to the side as if to say, “

In fact, he looked delighted. “I knew you’d come back,” he said, voice smooth and mocking. “You’re too loyal. Too noble.” His gaze slithered past her to Elijah, bleeding and struggling to rise. “But that’s perfect. Now I can kill him right in front of you... and then lock you back up where you belong.” Aria snarled viciously, as she crouched low, ready to strike. Victor dropped the smile. His eyes went cold. Then he attacked.

Madam Serena screamed, collapsing to the ground, her body riddled with bullets. The dark cloud dissipated, and the energy in the air subsided. Madam Serena lay motionless on the ground, her eyes staring blankly at the sky. It was over. Veronica rushed to Isabella’s side, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. Isabella nodded, her body shaking with adrenaline. “I’m okay,” she said. “Thanks to you.” Veronica smiled, her eyes filled with relief. “We did it,” she said. “We stopped her.”

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"

Then he's swarmed, wolves coming to his rescue, biting at his limbs, only Ariadne's there too, throwing them one by one over the banister, sending them tumbling down the staircase. Ariadne catches her breath, mind focusing to the point of a pin. They're winning; just for the briefest of moments, they're topside. It's a single moment when she's not looking; Gordon moves in for the kill, latching onto Victor's neck and crushing him down. Ariadne watches; everything seems to move in slow motion. Her stomach sinks, dread filling every nerve ending of her body. Victor whimpers, trying to get away, but every thrash only serves to tear more into his own throat.

Not when I sense someone on the other side of the battlefield staring at me. Victor. Despite the destruction all around him, he remains motionless. His black eyes are fixed on me like I'm his prey, and his lips form a lazy, contented smile. My stomach knots up. Even though my body is screaming for me to move and fight, I can't take my eyes off of him as I tighten my hold on my weapon. Victor makes slow, methodical steps toward me and says, "You can’t escape this, Aurora," his voice echoing the sounds of combat. "You belong to me."