Victorious Hambone Novels & Stories

When the dust cleared, a trench stretched across the mountainside. Hundreds of feet long. The attack had carved straight through solid rock. Silence followed. Then a claw emerged from the smoke. The creature stepped forward. Uninjured. Its golden eye burned brighter than ever. "Finally." The word carried genuine excitement. Shadow exploded from its body. The sky darkened. The storm overhead twisted violently. For the first time since the battle began, the creature looked happy. Not frightened. Not angry. Happy. Like a warrior who had finally found a worthy opponent.

He turned around and heard a man behind him say, "Aric." As Aric turned around, he caught a glimpse of Moric, an old acquaintance of his father's who had recently taken up the practice of buying young teenage blood slaves and draining them empty in the span of fewer than 24 hours. "Moric," Aric responded to the older vampire, extending his hand to shake, "how have you been?" Aric's grin was forced as he asked the question. In response, Moric tugged on the leash of his new pet humans while saying, "Well, my boy." "Before I make my next purchase, I wanted to hear your thoughts on my most recent acquisition."

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

Betty snapped at Caleb. “Mom, she can always apologize.” Caleb mumbled. “Young boy,” Hilton pointed to Caleb. “It seems you have a death wish. Because I am disfigured doesn't mean my wife shouldn't have fun. I picked her myself from the club. I recognised you despite the fact that you were acting under the influence of alcohol. I had the chance to get rid of you but I didn't.” Wendy was surprised to hear this. She now understood better when he said the person was his enemy.

Isabelle jumped into the conversation. Thomas laughed silently at the lie. He knows his mother will never apologize and Isabelle was just trying to bluff. "My mom will never apologize. You know that right?" Thomas said. The room went silent as Thomas revealed Isabelle was lying. Isabelle's mother was about to say something to cover up for her daughter and end the awkward situation when Brock came in. Brock is Mrs. Anderson's most trusted agent. "Mr. Anderson, everything is set. We move when you are ready"

It wouldn’t always be an illusion of what she secretly wanted to see here, currently, she was happy, so she was seeing things that made her happy, but should someone cross her or she gets upset, she will see Hell for what it really is. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached my Victorian-era style home. Abby’s face was somewhat surprised, “It’s…beautiful…” She said and I chuckled at her. “Come on, I want to show you inside.” * * Damien had his hand on my lower back as we walked up to the all-black house. I dreaded what I would find once inside his home. More of the Hell that Damien knew and loved with shackles and more burning ember to walk on. I took one last look at the sky above me an

My fists clenched. What was happening? Joyce stared at them, her smile gone. Trevor spoke calmly. “Let me introduce you properly,” he said. “This is my wife.” The word echoed loudly in my head. Wife? My breathing changed. “And,” he continued, “the Vice President of Stone Crest Properties.” Silence fell heavily. Joyce’s eyes widened. “That’s impossible,” she said immediately. “She’s not even certified.” Trevor slowly turned his head toward her.

10,000 combat power, plus Victor's Legendary weapon, plus the bonuses of his cores, plus the momentum from his burst of speed, meant the strike was incredibly powerful. If the target was those beast mechs outside, a whole row of them would have been knocked down by this blow. The Furnace was indeed very tough. The halberd only penetrated about two meters deep, leaving a conical crater on the furnace wall. "It's this hard?" Before the Furnace could say anything, Victor was already voicing his dissatisfaction. Victor thought the halberd strike earlier would be strong enough to cut through the Furnace. But it failed to do so.

Sweat glistened across his broad, scarred shoulders and the intricate dark tribal tattoos lining his ribs. Across the workshop, Maeve was running a high-speed diagnostic program on a salvaged cybernetic arm taken from one of Malakor’s fallen heralds. Holographic streams of green data and structural blueprints floated between them, projecting a life-sized model of Victor Vance’s heavily augmented skeletal frame.

Aaliyah replied before we were unconsciously pulled into an argument to what name really suited us- -when we actually really gathered to welcome Wu back from her rehabilitation center. "I like a little mystery, we-" Wu had started out before Jacqueline clicked her glass to gather our attention. "-the vamps" She interrupted with a slight shrug of her shoulders and we hesitantly held up our glasses this time-- "Too cliché" Wu eye rolled. We looked to her as she brought out her blow, it was to no surprise to us that even after rehab, Wu still had no plan to stay clean-