روايات وقصص ضمن Victorious Hambone

Victor added. ****

Its unforgiving nature. ********************** Dominic and his team infiltrated the heavily guarded compound, navigating through layers of security with precision and stealth, their secret mission to extract classified intel from the heart of the enemy's stronghold. But just as they were about to breach the central control room, they were ambushed by Victor Vex, a ruthless mercenary with a reputation for brutality. His men emerged from the shadows, guns blazing, their bullets ripping through the air with deadly accuracy. "We need to fall back now!" Dominic yelled, his voice echoing through the chaos.

I stand in the center of the arena, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my teeth. Across from me, another door opens. And my opponent enters. He's massive—easily six-five, maybe two-hundred-fifty pounds of muscle and violence. His face is scarred, one ear missing, and his eyes have the flat, dead look of someone who's killed so many times it doesn't even register anymore. A feral rogue. The crowd roars approval. "Ladies and gentlemen!" A voice booms over speakers—Hank, acting as announcer. "In the red corner, we have Viktor the Butcher! Twelve wins, zero losses, and a taste for omega blood!"

Everyone turned toward the source, and there he was Lord Victor Hawthorne. Victor’s towering frame emerged from the shadows, his presence radiating raw power and authority. His broad shoulders and confident stride exuded an unshakable confidence. Even drenched in the rain, his aura was suffocatingly dominant. The battle momentarily paused as rogues and pack members alike froze, caught in the overwhelming presence of the Alpha. “Father,” Zander muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and irritation. Victor’s sharp eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the chaos with a calm that only made him more intimidating. His gaze landed on the rogue leader, and a deadly smirk

Victor moved. He stepped inside the wolf's guard. He grabbed the massive beast by the throat with one hand. He lifted the five hundred pound wolf into the air. Greymark gagged. His paws thrashed helplessly. He clawed at Victor’s arm but his nails broke against Victor’s skin like cheap plastic. The fifty wolves watching gasped. They took a step back. Victor squeezed. "I killed a Vampire Lord with my bare hands," Victor said to the choking wolf. "I dropped an Elder from a skyscraper. Did you really think you were the exception?"

Thorne had tried to make her feel small, but here, in the numbers, she was a giant. She was halfway through a complex procurement report when Victor Hale appeared. Victor was a mountain of a man with the personality of a bulldozer. He didn't walk; he stomped a tyrannosaurus indeed. He dumped a stack of messy files on her desk, scattering papers across her keyboard.

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

“I didn’t look for you to teach you a lesson, and you still dare show up here? You’re shameless for what you did to Georgia! Bun, bite him!” With a loud bark, Bun dashed forward. Even though its name sounded adorable, it was still a fierce Tibetan Mastiff. It pounced to attack. “Ah!” Bun launched itself against Victor and started to bite him. Very soon, Victor was covered in blood.

Chapter 152: LEONARDO! Leonardo's pov. The timer stopped at 00:59. Olivia dropped the knife and collapsed against me, sobbing. I held her tightly. Harris groaned. "Did...we win?" I glanced at Victor’s body. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. "Yeah," I said. "We won." Harris’s team arrived within minutes. They removed the bomb and secured the mansion. Harris, bruised but breathing, sat on the porch while medics checked his vitals.

"Though I suppose you're not thrilled with that are you sir?" "While I'm happy it's less casualties.. The thing I want most is to regain my honor. And if that bastard doesn't show himself, I won't have a chance." The man speaking was none other than Sir Alexis Von Belshmidt. The pride and joy of Albrael. Despite his and Halbert's army's defeat in the forest near Bael Karine, Alexis's reputation had somehow remained untarnished. Hell many of the soldiers in Albrael's army had either heard the of the great feats of Havoc, or witnessed them firsthand. The fact Alexis came back alive alone was cause for celebration in their minds. It showed there was a man who could fight on equal footing agains