Victorious Hambone Novels & Stories

This was what I did best, control, plan, execute. Victor Bennett would be in his mansion now, still raging about a stolen shipment, swearing revenge on a ghost named Coleman Vlamdir. Well there is more to come. Well here I was, the ghost himself, about to remind one of his new houseguests exactly who he was dealing with. Minutes passed. Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. **Target acquired, very clean no witnesses. In the room.**

He was the one who made my father crazy with the obsession of following in his footsteps down a path that led to nothing but distruction and pain. After Victor kidnapped me I learned that it was because he was trying to be like the great Ace Ambrose. The man who led a hundred battles and came out successful in the end. Although they are the same person Ace Ambrose was painted a villain in Victor's story. He was merciless, but Ace Rostov was the complete opposite. He gave me a second chance and even did the same for my half brother who I do not think deserved it. Or maybe he did after all we were both pawns in Victor's game.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

"I also forgot to tell the police something, so I came back here. Besides the reward." "Who are you lame?! I don't even know you!" "You didn't recognize me, Madam." Mang Luisito showed Imelda the wounds he sustained from the accident. Some of them have healed and others have not. "It was you. I'm sure you ran me over but you didn't even help me. You just ran me over that day, remember?" Is... Is Imelda?! "Huh... What is that saying? Is that crazy?!" "I am sure!" I approached Mang Luisito. "Are you sure? Well, because you told me last time that you were a boy who ran over you-"

The document felt satisfyingly thick in my hand as I held it with utmost pride. I had finally done it, a quarter of Miller’s enterprise profit couldn’t feel any better. A smug smile tugged at my lips as I stood in Mr Miiller’s outer office, the very air thick with the sweet taste of my victory. Mr Miller’s stern face, etched with disbelief, was a masterpiece. He scanned the figures, his eyes narrowing, as a vein throbbed in his temple.

Every day, they would go in with a big empty cart and come back out with it filled to the brim with bloody limbs. He was very special because he didn't just have fast healing, but it was so fast that it could regenerate his limbs within a few minutes. His screams never ended for over a decade. Until one day, that day, there was a zombie wave headed for the base, so the scientists didn't come in and they weren't tortured. Afterward, the power went out and the doors to the cells opened. After that, there was chaos.

His left leg was a map of agony, likely a hairline fracture in the tibia, but he locked the mechanical stabilizers in his suit. "I don't have the mana for this," he muttered, drawing his short-blade. The notched steel was dull, but it was heavy. The lead Hound lunged, its form flickering. Victor didn't swing where the creature was; he swung where the \bm{Wave-Function} would collapse. He timed the strike to the rhythm of the static. Crack. The blade connected with a solid, ethereal skull. The Hound dissipated into a cloud of data-ash. But there were six more, and they were learning his timing.

Victor opened his eyes. “I have half of my army mobilized and on the way to Trayrock,” he said to them grimly. “And I have allies in towns halfway to Kabramatta and back all converging on the river in order to assist in driving the Van Helsings out. I have witches demanding that they be included in the forces moving out. And I have Van Helsings here cuffing our people and pulling them from their homes in the dark. And now, I have you two, on my doorstep, strolling into my bunker carrying two Van Helsings like handbags, whilst wearing the goddess knows what…” He gestured to them in disgust.

“Alpha Amy wins. Alpha Brandon is disqualified from the battle for trying to land a death blow.” Vince looked back at me with eyes filled with hatred, but he picked up his son and rushed him to the pack doctor.

Kim kept attacking, almost convincing the crowd that he was going to win any moment now. "Fucking finally, look at him go Jo," I chuckled, giddiness filling my stomach and throat. "Looks like Kim Nathan is in the mood to finish this fight earlier than we thought," the commentator, chuckled, loud and clear through the speakers all around the stadium. "Well, I don't think Hoon is going to lose so easily," the second one chuckled, stirring the giddiness away from my insides, replacing it with an utter sense of fear. Mr. Choi looked like he wasn't having it anymore and swung forward with full force. Nathan stumbled back a little, upper half leaning back to avoid the punch, barely and he almost