Victorious Hambone Novels & Stories

The crowd erupted again, a sea of fangs and howling joy. I watched Zebub lean into Vance’s side, her head resting on his shoulder as her eyes scanned the room. She found me near the pillar. She didn't hide it this time, she looked me dead in the eye and mouthed a single word: Winner. I didn't look away or cry. Instead, I let a faint smile spread across my lips, one that didn't reach my eyes. ‘Celebrate while you can, little parasite,’ I thought, the bronze amulet warming against my thigh. ‘The higher you climb, the more of you there will be to shatter when I finally pull the floor out from under you.’

And in his quest, he might need things we possess: local networks, information, purchasable loyalties. And faced with a man like him, lost and dangerous, the fight for crumbs may not be the right strategy. Perhaps we need to aim higher. Become not a beggar, but an indispensable ally. Or a formidable adversary. To do that, we must find his flaw. Understand what he’s fleeing. Or what he’s truly looking for here, in this forgotten valley. The game has changed. Hammond was a faceless ghost. Marcus is a man with a story. And stories, you can use them.

We went past Kiambu, drove past Ruiru all the way to Thika. We got into a certain private residence which was a really gated community. A tall man came to meet Douglas. “Right on time!” He said as they greeted each other. “Luckily, I have someone to take me home.” Douglas said pointing at me. “Meet my dear wife, I call her Mama Boy but her name is Grace.” Douglas introduced me. The man shook my hand, a firm handshake.

The way I spoke those words, as if I'm being gentle, cause my heart in chaotic beat. But then another voice heard coming from a very familiar voice, “Don't be shy, Encrinch! Go with your heart content!” It's William, though sounded bothered and disappointed for something, he force himself to voice his support. “Alarkin was...yours! Just...attack!” “No way!” I shook my head, force myself to believe the possible. “They are not there... I'm just being paranoid!”

he explained. "What makes your body special then, Master?" asked Raider eagerly. "Pick one up and I'll tell you" said Master Bones with a slightly develish smile. Hearing these words, Raider's face became more solemn and his gaze returned to the left radius in front of him. He had a feeling this was his only shot, if this bone didn't move, none of them would. He slowly grabbed the bone in its middle and pulled towards himself.

Only, when she threw it open, in came three figures—two of which I recognized while one I didn't know. Victor's ocean blue eyes accessed the situation presented to him and didn't take long to put two and two together. He grimaced at the meat cleaver I had tightly grasped in my fist as he neared me, "Dea, I'm going to take that from you, okay?" The sound of his voice soothed me in a way I couldn't explain. The fight in my body melted away like hot wax which allowed him to pry the cleaver from my fingers.

“There’s an easy way to settle this. You can just pull on a wishbone. And the person who gets the short end has to fight.” “And you just have wishbones randomly lying around?” Lucy asked. “Always. For times like this,” the bartender, Jim, pulled one out of, what it seemed was, thin air. I grabbed for it and held it out to Paige. “Let’s go!” I shouted. Paige rolled her eyes and pulled on the other half of the bone, taking part of my half with her as it broke. Damnit! “Gigi, is it? Looks like it’s all you.” Bob got up and his companions at the bar began helping him move some tables and chairs around.

Heavy pants of breath,like he had ran a thousand marathons came from Vraise who had been given no time to rest before he was attacked front and back. Dario was too fast, in fact, almost too fast for the vampire. Hoa claws, called Vraise to the bone whenever he caught him which was too many times in this one fight. Vraise tried to evade the attack 10 times and was caught 9 out of 10 times. The vampire at this point had almost given up but was still protecting the billionaire and it pissed Dario off to no end, as he just could not understand just why he was protecting the bastard with his life.

But the victory tasted like ashes in my mouth, bitter and choking. I couldn’t shake the image of that hand emerging from the inferno; pale, burned, reaching. It had clawed its way out, fingers flexing with unnatural purpose, as if the fire itself had birthed something monstrous. And then the figure had risen, tall and unbowed, suit fused to blistered skin, Victor’s eyes locking onto mine through the haze. He’d smiled. Through the pain, through the blood, he’d smiled, holding the Heartstone aloft like a dark sacrament.

The four other men stopped just in front of Luke and Tom. “Mr Velky, I’m Victor Harris. Mr Walker sent me,” one man said. He was a burly man in his late thirties. Luke looked at Bane, and Bane nodded. Luke and Tom stepped aside and let the men through. Bane held out his hand to Victor. “Mr Harris, welcome. This is Jax, my right-hand man,” Bane greeted him. “Please, call me Victor, Mr Velky. It’s an honour to meet you. This is my associate, Ben,” Victor said, introducing a tall, blond man.