Victorious Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Goodnight, Kane.” The door clicked shut, leaving me in the hallway, heart pounding. My phone buzzed, another text from Victor: She’s smarter than you, Kane. You’re screwed. I deleted it, jaw tight. He was wrong. I’d win her back, not for the bet, but because I couldn’t imagine letting her go. The ocean roared below, and I stood there, staring at her door, knowing I’d fight like hell to prove it. Chapter 8 Victor Lang

“You brought this on yourself. Your greed and hunger for power made you lose everything. Even your daughter.” Victor didn’t say anything. He just stared at the ground, his hands clenched into fists. I raised his head to the sky and howled—a triumphant sound that echoed across the land. Liana had won, and together, we had secured our future. The battle was over, and everything was quiet now except the painful groans and moans of those who had fallen. I stood still, looking at the warriors around me. I shouted, “We have won. You are strong, and you’ve fought bravely.”

“First, I’ll take control of these lands and reclaim everything that’s mine. Once that’s done, I’ll decide my next move.” He nodded. “Will that next move… include me?” I smiled faintly. “Of course—my future mate.” Victor and I linked hands in unspoken understanding and walked out of the hall, the clink of chains fading behind us. I knew this chapter had closed. It was time to turn the page. (The End)

But ultimately, I stood victorious, having killed all who dared to oppose me. I mind-linked Elijah, making sure that Thor was dead and remained so this time. It was getting late, but if I had to, I would drag this fight out until the last of the rebels had been slaughtered. But sure enough, once the zombie-wolves were taken out, the battle was an easy win. So Victor was victorious too... Not that I ever doubted that he would, but the fucking asshole could have mind-linked me about it! Growling low, I quickly mind-linked my men at White Moon Flower, asking about their status. And sure enough, my mate’s pack had been attacked---

Victor was as turned on by Vice’s loss of control as he was by the way she was bound. She turned her head so that she could watch the expression on Victor’s face. She could understand how he felt, watching Victor’s colour rise and his absolute focus and fascination was as much a turn on for her as Vice’s body against hers. Victor’s hand closed around himself, gripping himself tightly around the base, controlling himself, she realised, so that he did not come before his turn.

Chapter 42 Drunk Damian Damian POV I staggered my way back from Victor's place as I got into one of my cars. I sat in it for a while as I slammed my hands on the wheel, feeling frustrated. “Victor was right just as much as Vanessa is. I don't know who exactly I am trying to fool. I don't know who exactly I'm trying to win, Definitely not Amara. She's no longer mine. And no matter what I do, I can't just win her back. No matter how hard I try, she doesn't want me anymore. I don't know why I keep being so persistent. She has so many people in her life. Dr. Rami is there, and he's ready to do anything just to make it up to her. And same with Victor coming back to her life. Like he even has more

he repeated. “Yes," Victor whispered and went on to explain how he’d come across a redheaded girl in the elevator and how he'd forced her to kiss him to throw off the rival gang chasing him. He had been injured on his chest, and if it weren't for the kiss he’d shared with that girl, those rival gangs would have caught him and killed him. “Ever since that day, I can't get her out of my head no matter how hard I try. I keep thinking about her and her scent… Ugh,” Victor groaned, rubbing his hands on his face like someone ashamed of what he’d just confessed.

"You are my Empress, my Queen and now my Mate. I'll be waiting to welcome you into my arms again." Then he stands up, and I see the flowers move again, covering Ayla's body, and I know that this was the best decision. I wrap my left arm around Victor's waist and feel even more connected to him than before. All our lives we've been attracted to each other, as friends and as lovers, and now it's only right that we share the same woman. "I don't know what it will be like out there," Victor said, putting his arm around my waist too. "But the important thing is that we'll come out of this much stronger and much more united. And whoever betrayed you will have a horrible ending."

“That’s how we win.” --- Across the city, the man known as Victor watched the feed from a private server. Camera hidden in Amara’s apartment—he saw every tear. Every collapse. Every kiss. “You never really left,” he whispered, stroking the edge of the screen. Then he clicked the next file. A new photo. Liam’s face. Target marked. “Now,” he said coldly, “you get to see what losing feels like.”

"By morning, Marcus will be the villain of this story. And you... you’ll be the woman who survived him." They walked out of the building, and for the first time, the flashes of the paparazzi didn't feel like an attack. They felt like a spotlight. Back in the car, Diane leaned her head against the window. She watched the city lights blur into streaks of gold and white. "Was it enough?" she asked. "It was perfect," Damien replied. He was looking at his phone, already seeing the shift in the headlines. "You gave them just enough of your heart to make them feel like they own a piece of it. That’s how you win, Diane. You make the world your accomplice."