Novel & Cerita Victorious Fanfiction

Victor watched us, his face twisted with rage and pain, but he was too weak to stop us. “You will never win,” Victor whispered as Damien lifted me from the bed. “I will take everything with me when I go.” Damien did not answer. He carried me out of the medical wing, his arms strong and steady around me. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in, feeling the baby kick between us. We had survived again. Victor’s final attempt to break me had failed. But I knew the war was not over. The dying billionaire still had one last breath left in him, and he would use it to destroy what he could not control.

My eyes moistened as his words echoed in my mind. "I can't lose all of this for you, Ony. I have worked hard all my life to get this CEO position. I have so many dreams to fulfill. I can't give up on them for you." I felt betrayed. Yes, maybe he was right not to give up his dreams for me. But had he even fought once for our relationship? It hurt more knowing that he gave up on us, on me, so easily … as if I was never important to him. I was just a pastime for him as long as there were no problems. The moment a problem arose, he discarded me like I was nothing. Even my cousin Nicole… how could she do this to me? She was the only one who knew about our relationship, yet she agreed to this marr

“Yes. Fuck yes. Now take me back to bed and remind me who I belong to for the rest of the day.” Victor did exactly that—raw, filthy, and so full of love it hurt in the best way. The three-month deal had ended in blood and bullets and betrayal, but what rose from the ashes was something stronger. It was them. Together. Forever.

"This victory belongs to all of us. We stood together, faced the storm, and emerged stronger. It's a testament to the power of resilience and love." Just as we began to bask in the joy of our triumph, the sound of footsteps filled the room. Damien, our little bundle of energy, entered with a wide grin on his face. "What's all the celebration about? Did we win?" Elena scooped him up in her arms, showering him with affectionate kisses. "Yes, Damien. We won. We stood up against deceit and betrayal, and we emerged victorious. Our pack is now free from Vivian's influence."

"I still can't believe that we've reached here, Siege. I love you." "I love you more, Luna Celestina Villarama, my beloved," Siege softly whispered to me, making me feel hot. "Do you still remember how you plotted your vengeance against me after I rejected you?" I scrunch my nose. "What's with that random question?" I laughed. "My vengeance is yet to begin, Alpha Siege Wong. I'll let you raise my pups on your own, so you can feel the wrath of someone you once rejected," I teased him.

The tension broke and the boys raised their glasses. Victor forced a small smile and lifted his glass as well. As they clinked glasses, loud music thudded through the walls again, and the girls in the room began laughing and dancing between the couches. Victor leaned back, the shadows flickering across his face from the low lighting. He didn’t feel any better, but at least now he wasn’t alone. And in a room filled with his friends, Victor silently vowed to himself: if Rose wanted a war, then he would give her one. But on his terms. Quietly and Mercilessly as long as it doesn't get traced back to him or his family.

Victor, my fiancé, had ghosted me for a whole day now, that never happened before. Victor is not my mate, but I couldn’t care less. My parents aren’t fated mates either and they are the happiest couple I knew. Victor came into my life three years ago and made me as happy as my Alpha father made my Luna mother. That’s all that matters to me. “…Lucian’s here tonight! They say he’s drop-dead gorgeous. Like, way hotter than any guy from our pack.” My friend Maya said, practically bouncing in her seat.

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!"

she whispered. Victor didn’t waste another second. He slipped the ring onto her finger before pulling her into a deep kiss, sealing the promise between them. There was no more running. No more fear. They had fought their way through blood, betrayal, and loss. And now, finally, they had won. Together. The End.

“It doesn’t matter. The world sees me as the villain now.” “Then give them a new story,” Victor said. “Make them remember why they followed you in the first place.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night fell by the time we reached the rebel encampment. Camouflaged drones scanned the perimeter. Victor hacked their network to create blind spots. I moved silently through the shadows, every motion honed by memory, muscle, and purpose. Damien was a ghost at my back. His breaths matched mine. We were war-forged together now – our hearts synchronized to the rhythm of battle and betrayal.