Victorious Jori Novels & Stories

Aric bolted from his cover and dashed toward where she was hiding before he could register what he had just done. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, he was standing next to her, his hand wrapped around her wrist. After yanking her away from the ground, she was pulled off it with her legs flailing around violently. "Mine," he said in Moric's direction, who had just discovered where she had been hiding. "The more experienced vampire smiled broadly and addressed the younger one, "My lord, you have secured the final prey." Good\sjob!!" Moric gave Aric a pat on the back before looking between himself and the prey suspended in the air.

Joharres said with a chuckle, “but then I realized that Melvin must have made all this plan. Disrupt and attack. Divide and conquer. Create chaos and then triumph.” Joharres paused and laughed at his own words. “But then you can only use that logic for so long. The real victory happens when you kill the head. When I kill you,” Joharres pointed at me, “and take that crown from your head, I win.” “Funny you should say that,” I said as I slowly moved toward him, “we had the exact same idea about you. We put you down, the rest of your entourage drops their arms down.”

It’s up to you,’ I sent him. I watched as Jarin’s mother disappeared, and all hell broke loose. Toris let out a war cry, letting them know to advance. “The bitch is mine,” he warned everyone. “You’re right. The bitch is mine. Come and try to get me, little bitch,” I said, flashing him a cocky smirk. That was all it took for him to rush me. He threw the Vincenzi at me, but it bounced right off me, surprising the hell out of him.

He managed to stop the attack from Yuria, who kept appearing here and there. A loud explosion was heard. After the collision of attacks, Dorian fell outside the arena. Even though he was not hurt thanks to the strong defense of the Supreme Steel Technique, he had lost the fight. It was even worse when his opponent defeated him with only one swing of the sword before he could attack her with full power. Dorian had lost completely. He did not even know how he was defeated. "Announce the results, referee," Yuria said to the stunned referee. "Oh. Challenger, Yuria Morgan, won this round. She's the new defender!"

Kori showed a horrible look when she heard Harvey’s words. She did manage to win two of her matches with her beauty, but she felt that her weapon choice was the factor that got her this far. Those men were just being delusional. She only took advantage of that fact. Kori gritted her teeth and exclaimed coldly, “Do you think you’re impressive just because you won a few matches?! “Is that what you think?! “Truly powerful people aren’t born in the ring! They’re molded from actual combat! “Besides, don’t you understand why you managed to win all three matches in a row with just a single move?!

He cupped his hands lightly at Freddy outside the ring and then turned to step down. But, just as he reached the edge of the ring, Jormund paused. He turned his head to look at the opposite side of the ring, his eyes flashing with a hint of mockery. Then, he stepped off the stage. Following his gaze, it was clear he was looking directly at the position of Yeti from the Central Military Region! Even to this day, Jormund still held disdain for the fact that the Nine Nether Squad had defeated their Shadow Guard Squad to win first place in the Special Forces competition!

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

Her fire burns within, like my own. Nole gets back and we congratulate him for his win, but the celebration is short. We knew he would win without issue, so our focus returns to the other fighters. We watch on as Atharv of Frole beats Peffon of Shikaz, Avyaan of Frole beats Guo of Cok, Davi of Hassin beats Artur of Cok, and Artyom of Glortinon beats Cern of Hassin. "That one surprised me," Nole says as Cern gets taken to the CRM.

Those who didn't gamble on the victor couldn't help but sulk but they were also amazed by the powerful victory of the victor. Those who gambled upon the victor couldn't stop jumping in their places because they were too happy just like the two boys next to Agnes. The victor was Evandros Linya and his victory was truly remarkable. The way he combated with that menacing resilience and that menacing look in his gaze. All of this...along with his whole existence had girls blushing. They couldn't help but dream and desire to have him. Some wished to have him as their soulmate but who knew he was jotted down in no one's faith?

a voice growled from the back. Arric stood his ground, his team flanking him, ready for battle. "Make me," he replied defiantly. Nigel, Jimothy, and Craineghis jumped down from the craft in an impressive prance. With that, the battle erupted in a flurry of claws, fangs, and growls. Arric and his team moved with precision and ferocity, taking down their opponents one by one. Bishop, skilled with unmatched agility, spun and dodged attacks with deadly accuracy. York, with brute strength, bulldozed through the enemy lines, leaving a trail of defeated foes in his wake. Craineghis used intelligence to outwit his opponents and strike from unexpected angles. Jimothy, unleashed his fury with unmatche