Victorious Bird Scene Novels & Stories

​Victor, blood dripping from his temple, was scrambling on his knees toward the discarded gun on the rug. ​"No you don't!" Vivian screamed. ​Driven by sheer adrenaline, Vivian grabbed a heavy, solid bronze statue of a falcon from the desk. She swung it with all the force in her body, bringing it down squarely on the back of Victor’s skull. Victor collapsed onto the Persian rug, unconscious and bleeding. ​Silence descended on the room, broken only by the howling wind through the shattered window and the ragged, heavy breathing of the two survivors. ​Arthur stood in the center of the wreckage. His shirt was torn, exposing his chest, which was slick with sweat and blood from his shoulder. He tu

"Now that the whole thing has been cleared, let us proceed with the actual union. Alpha Damir, you may now mark your true mate." My heart did a literal backflip. Damir turned to face me fully, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees go weak. This was it. No more games, no more fake drama. Just us. Damir stepped closer, completely closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His large hands slid up to gently cup my jaw, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones as he tilted my head back. The entire crowd went dead silent. You could literally hear a pin drop on the grass.

“With you. Always.” Relief and dark pride flooded his face. He kissed me brutally, tasting of blood and possession, then handed me a fresh magazine. We positioned ourselves at the choke point. When the blast door finally gave way, Victor stepped through the smoke like a demon. The brothers faced each other — mirror images of power and cruelty. Victor smiled at me, eyes dropping to my belly. “There’s my beautiful breeder.” Damien roared and opened fire. The final battle exploded around us.

Sweat dripped from his brow as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The lackeys, witnessing the overwhelming power of the Dragon's Roar, dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, their resolve shattered by the sheer magnitude of Danial's strength. The Special Ops team, stunned by the display of power, quickly regained their composure and sprang into action, seizing the incapacitated lackeys without hesitation. Lieutenant Andrews, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, approached Victor, who lay defeated and wounded on the rooftop. Despite his injuries, Victor managed a weary smile, a defiant glimmer in his eyes as he coughed up blood.

I bit with enough force that would scar her forever in the most beautiful way—the mark between mates. She moaned in ecstatic pain but didn't flinch, even when blood filled my mouth. When instinct told me to, I released her and drew back, swallowing down her blood, and observed my work. Right now, it was an ugly wound, but once it was cleaned a little, it would be a scar of love and pride. Gemma looked at me for a long moment, her expression dazed, but then she smiled and laughed breathlessly, lifting her eyes to mine. "I can't believe I waited for that. It feels…"

She did not utter a single word as she put her arms around his neck and dragged him to her, causing her already damaged palm to crack open in the process. She wailed into his neck, her entire body trembling with joy as she expressed her delight that he was still alive. He said, "Of course I am," despite the fact that he was unsure of what was taking place. He used a light-pulling motion to finally convince her to let go of him, but not before her hand left a bloody mark on his back. "What on earth took place?" Aric questioned while pointing to the chaos that she'd caused inside her enclosure. She inhaled deeply as she carefully touched his cheek with her sticky palm and whispered, "You were

He just smiled at her discomfort and squeezed her fingers in reassurance. The higher it went, the lighter Vinca felt and the tighter she held on to Frost's hand with her eyes closed. Frost took her by her shoulders and urged her to open her eyes so that she wouldn't miss the beautiful aerial view of the city. Gathering confidence, she opened her eyes to take a peek. The lights below shone like stars and people looked so tiny. As they started descending, Vinca screamed at the effect. She felt heavy like there was a boulder in her stomach.

now she is about to kick their asses. As an alpha of my pack, I shouldn't be this proud when an enemy is about to beat the hell out of my arrogant warrior. But because the enemy is my mate.... I kind of feel excited to see her fighting. What shocked me was when instead of jumping at her bullies...my mate let them shove her back, and I don't exactly know what happened or why she hadn't fight back. But all I could see was her in the ground. Hurt. My wolf saw red after that.

Aurora clenched her teeth, her face, a mask of fury. The sound of the horn indicated the start of the contest. Without delay, Aurora leaped forward, her sharp claws aiming for her face. Vivian dodged effortlessly, retaliating with a hardened fist. Aurora groaned and staggered backward, a drop of blood slipping from her nose. Then, she lunged, moving like a cannonball, struck at Vivian's chest. The smug look on Vivian's face faltered, her expression finally becoming serious. Aurora’s body moved like a blur, her strikes were acute and precise. While Vivian didn’t fight, she danced. Her movements were like a cunning snake, flexible and deadly. I could see pains flash in Aurora’s gaze as Vivian’

Not with the ashes of everything I had loved still settling at my feet. I soared above the battlefield, eyes locked on him. My wings beat once, and the wind roared. Dorian looked up, and for the first time—just the first sliver of a second—his confidence faltered. Good. Let him feel the weight of what’s coming. Let him realize the game is over. I landed with the force of a falling star, fire exploding out in a ring around me, pushing back every guard, every witch, every soul still foolish enough to stand close.