Victorious Hambone Novels & Stories

The goblins were forced to retreat to prevent further losses, and humans celebrated their easiest victory in months. Ping! [You are victorious and have successfully defended against the Goblin Invasion Wave 3. You have been awarded 20 leadership Points.] As the scene before his eyes faded again, Zen wondered if this battle would be recorded in the dungeon’s lore as the spiciest victory. If anything, that battle cut scene only convinced Zen that he should make more pepper grenades if they were going to be this effective against overpowered enemies. Back to grinding it was.

Victor rolled on the floor, screaming, "Mr. Goldman, stop! Aargh! What's happening?! I'm Victor Blanc! My father's Lawrence Blanc! W-We just became partners with you! Blanc Inc., remember?!" He gasped, coughing up blood. "Aren't you… here for me?!" Goddamn it. He had been beaten twice in a row today.

“Most humans go to happy hour or watch N*****x after work. I get power suits, hidden werewolf politics, and the constant feeling that everyone is sizing me up like a new investment. My life keeps leveling up in the weirdest ways.” Damian’s hand rested warmly on my lower back, his thumb brushing lightly against the fabric that sent small sparks up my spine. “You’re doing fine.” The reassurance helped, but only a little. Before I could reply, a tall man with sharp features and an easy, practiced smile approached us. Victor Bennett. I’d heard his name in passing during earlier meetings, but seeing him in person felt different—charismatic on the surface, with a polished charm that probably close

Marcus paused, yanking the leash so my face nearly hit the floor. “August? Fuck yes. That sadistic bastard will ruin him. Been a while since he’s had fresh meat.” Victor smirked“He’s been in Tokyo closing that AI defense deal. Told me last week his balls are backed up like a goddamn pressure valve.” “Poor pup. You’re about to learn what real mania looks like. I kinda pity you .”Julian laughed Mr. Hawthorne’s hand rested possessively on the back of my neck

"I accept Ashford University's admission offer. Thank you!" After saying that, Horace turned and looked straight at me. The smugness on his pale face was impossible to miss. There was something else, too: the satisfaction of someone who believed revenge was finally within reach. He leaned down close to my ear and spoke softly, "You thought I'd turn it down again, didn't you? Bet you're disappointed." The comments rolled by again. [Hahaha! Look at the fake heir. He looks completely lost. He must be furious!]

I let Samson come forward and the two of us go head-to-head, fighting hard, getting our punches in and receiving punches until we both realize that we are equally matched. When we step back, Alpha Liam reaches out his hand to shake mine. “I’m not at all surprised that Reagan’s mate is as strong as you are. I always knew her mate would be strong enough to be worthy of her.” “Yeah, I’m out. If you can almost defeat Dad, I’ll save my strength for another opponent. A vampire royal, maybe,” Xander says, grinning at Asmodeus. “Good luck, son of a Guardian,” Asmodeus says.

No way I was missing that. I was halfway down the corridor when some hunched figure nearly collided with one of my guards. "S-Sorry..." That voice. That rasp. I stopped cold. James? He must've caught my scent too—his head jerked up, eyes blown wide. "...Avril?" Fresh off Nightmaw exile, no doubt crawling back to beg the council to lift his criminal brand. Whip scars still crossed his skin. He looked twenty years older—wrecked. I hit him with a dead stare. When he stepped forward, I immediately backed off, leaving air between us.

I wiggled my fingers and moved my arms while I cautiously awaited his next move. “Is anything broken?” he taunted. “It didn’t sound good.” “Don’t you worry about it,” I snarled as I slowly circled around him. He looked from me to Nevi and back, “Okay, I won’t.” In a flash he was upon me. I fought as if my life depended on it. Which I’m sure it did. He flipped me, I flipped him. He kicked me, I kicked him. “The secret is to wear him down,” Justin’s words rang in my head. “You’ve got vampire blood in you, he doesn’t. He can’t last as long as you can. Wear him down and then go in for the close.”

"Talk fast. I’ve got a low tolerance for losers." "I have Dominic’s throat in my hand," Victor leaned in, his voice a jagged growl. "I know which captains are ready to flip and which ones need a bullet. You’re playing bank games at the top. I’m the one who can actually rip his heart out on the street." "You couldn't even keep yourself out of a cage, Victor. Why the hell should I trust a stray dog?" "Because Dominic knows how to fight a shark like you. He has no idea how to fight a ghost like me." Victor’s eyes burned with a desperate, violent light. "I know his triggers. I know where he hides his sins. Do you want the East Pier or not?"