Victorious Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jayce threw himself to the ground, trying to crush my baby's blue-black wolf under his weight. Mid-roll though, he flew across the dirt as my baby kicked him off with his hind legs. Jayce quickly got up as Cyrus started to roll onto his feet, slightly winded. I watched as the gray creature quickly closed the distance and bit into Cyrus' right hind leg. Hard. I saw his pale blue eyes widen in pain before he kicked Jayce in the face with his left hind leg, causing him to release his right and stumble back, shaking his head. The familiar metallic scent of blood drifted into the air as Cyrus whipped around. Head-butting Jayce, he ducked his head slightly and clamped onto his throat, still being

He was rather sad he had to give up on torturing her, but he had her to thank for getting into contact with Yoshiki, if it wasn't for her, he would most likely not have had the chance to f in and common ground with him, and then he be lonely in this Manor, and become a stalker to his own brother just to see him, he supposed that granting her one more chance wasn't such a horrible thing, also he had Caspian in debt to him now. He smiled as he nodded his head. He really was a Genius. *** Huh, Kenchiki really is the Male lead of this world, Yoshiki had never had a more absurd lie in all of two life's, it figures that Caspian would believe it, poor guy it fortunate that he will never know, or el

Victor's warriors were beginning to falter, their movements slowing as their strength waned. And then, in a flash of inspiration, I saw my chance. With a fierce cry, I launched myself at Victor, my claws flashing in the sunlight. Victor tried to defend himself, but I was too fast, too strong. My claws tore through his defenses, striking true with deadly precision, as my fangs sank into his flesh, releasing their deadly Venom. He lay there frozen, unable to move, as I ripped him apart, each time I reminded myself of what he could have done to my baby, had we not got to her in time.

Victor's empire stood strong, untarnished by the attempts to bring it down. As we emerged from the battle, battered but victorious, I looked at Victor with a mixture of pride and love. We had faced the threat head-on, refusing to let it break us. And together, we had emerged stronger than ever. In the aftermath of the showdown, we took a moment to celebrate our victory. We gathered with our team, our friends, and our loved ones, raising a glass in toast to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love and loyalty. As the night drew to a close and we found ourselves alone, I curled up in Victor's arms, finding solace and comfort in his embrace. We had faced our greatest challenge,

“I wouldn’t do it pet,” Victor growled. “You know you’re going to lose whether you like it or not.” He said shaking his head. “We have plans for her now that we know Hecta could take an Angel, Legion wants her for even darker things.” He said showing his teeth. “Oh please,” Dremis said shaking his head. “You know you’re not going to win this, so you might as well give it up.” He said charging him, Victor countered him throwing him into the wall next to Anabel.

“How does it feel knowing the first two fantasies I read about you are now dripping out of your greedy cunt?” My breath hitched. Fresh heat flooded my cheeks—and straight to my core. I pushed myself up on shaky elbows, the memory of his thick cock grinding deep inside me while I could barely move still burning hot in my mind. “You really read every single one,” I whispered. “Every depraved word.” Victor’s lips curved into a slow, dangerously sexy smile. He reached down and lazily stroked his cock, spreading our mixed juices along the veined length. “Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her fa

Victor's eyes were soft as he stared at her. "You fought them," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, twisted pride as his eyes drifted to the man she had crippled with the vase. "You ruined one of them before I even got here." "I told you," she whispered, her voice cracking as the adrenaline finally began to fade, leaving her body shaking with cold exhaustion. "I'm not... a Moretti prize. I am Serena." Victor gazed at her, really gazed at her, seeing the fire still burning behind her tears. The sheer biological and psychological pull he felt toward her in that moment was overwhelming.

He killed him and I can’t help but feel proud of making him my honorable personal assistant. When I’m about to look in the other direction, someone’s clenched hand collides with my jaw, making me groan. I try to remain steady as I almost lose my balance. I brush my thumb over my bottom lips and notice blood. Glancing over, I see Bryce and catch the sight of his bleeding nose. He advances toward me, gritting his teeth. He again throws a punch in my direction but I successfully dodge it by ducking and my fist strikes with his jaw hard enough for him to stumble again. But this time, he doesn’t stand on his feet again.

For the family we chose. And every thrust every moan every drop of sweat and cum was a vow. We would finish this. We would win. And then we would fuck our way into forever. The chapter stretched long into the night in my mind. Every detail replayed. The explosions. The rescues. The way Valerio s body felt against mine in danger and in safety. The taste of victory mixed with the taste of him. This was our story now. Not Matteo s. Not Vic s. Ours.

"Please, Vance!" ​A dark, victorious groan rumbled in his chest. He finally let go of his restraint, driving into me with a brutal, relentless pace. He didn't stop this time. He pushed me straight over the edge. I climaxed so hard my vision literally went white, my tight p***y completely clamping down on his thick c***k as I shuddered violently against the wall. ​He finished a second later, completely burying himself inside me with one final, heavy thrust.