Victorious Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

“No. You brought her back. Alive. That means everything.” He looked away, brushing blood from his brow. “She’s strong. You should be proud.” “I am,” I said. “Thank you, Elijah. For everything.” For a moment, the war and chaos felt distant, replaced by a quiet understanding between two warriors who had lost much but fought harder. Then Elijah nodded again. “Elijah,” I gave a moment, before I called his name again. “She told me,” I continued. “Victor plans to come after her. Not just for power—but to make her his mate.”

He seemed to be discussing with my mom, but his gaze was all over me. The guilt pinged my heart harder as my palms grew sweaty so I hurriedly dismissed myself from his presence and ran into my room, trying to catch my breath. Five years old, I had framed Alpha Kelvin for a crime Dairus had committed because I was both a fool in love and Jealous of Kelvin, being the only man to ever beat me in the Alpha challenge that took place many years ago.

That was the last thing I heard as darkness enveloped me once again. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kacy’s POV Victor had been a perfect mate. He was a fine husband and cared for each of his mates sincerely and faithfully. Other than his mates, he did not even spare a glance at any other woman.

My skin remembers him. The floor fills again. I’m back with Victor. My head finds his shoulder. His hand slides lower, possessive. My pulse races. “This is just the start for us,” he whispers. His lips brush my ear. I nod, heart swelling. The victory tonight feels like fuel on the fire we’ve been nursing for months.

face. "Your Majesty, I've found the perfect poison," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "This one is extremely potent. It'll make Damon weak and disoriented within five minutes of ingestion, and it'll kill him within twenty." I nodded, impressed. "Well done, Victor. You've proven yourself to be a valuable assistant." The war would surely last longer than that. It would last the whole day, even. But there was ine reason why it would not. I would stop Damon from having the strength and energy to fight for that long. The challenge would not have to last the whole day because I would do something about it. "I am indeed proud of you. That is why you are my assistant." Victor bowed his he

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.

Lucy said, her voice trembling. Alexei nodded. "Victor's network is dismantled." I smiled. "We won." But as I gazed into Reina's eyes, I knew the true victory. Love had conquered fear. Hope had triumphed over darkness. The city, once held hostage by Victor's terror, was finally free.

And as Victor staggered backward, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at the dagger in his body and Derrick knew that victory was within reach. "It's over, Victor," he declared, his voice ringing out with authority despite the pain of the injuries he had. "You've lost." “No,” Victor gasped as he fell to his knee, the poison spreading faster than he could imagine. And as Derrick stood victorious over his fallen enemy, the rest of the men cheered, ready to celebrate their Alpha's victory. As Derrick and his comrades began their journey back home a sudden snarl echoed through, sending a chill down their spines.

Damian's POV The victory howl still echoed in my bones hours later, a primal chorus that had ripped through the estate as Voss's lifeless body hit the mill floor. Blood—mine, his, the hybrids' metallic tang—still crusted my skin beneath the fresh shirt I'd thrown on. The pack had feasted that night: roaring fires in every hearth, tables groaning under venison and whiskey, songs of triumph bellowing until the rafters shook. Viktor had clasped my forearm again, his grip bruising with respect, promising Shadowclaw warriors for our borders "until the moon falls." Even Grandma Eleanor had allowed herself a rare second dram of scotch, her eyes glassy with pride as she toasted, "To the Blackwood li