Victorious: Locked Up Novels & Stories

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"

Because they both knew. Containment. Capture. Or worse. Evelyn’s voice came low. “We’re not getting trapped here.” Damian looked at her. “No.” Victor finally broke through one layer of the system. The console flickered. Access granted— then immediately restricted again. “Damn it,” he muttered. “They’re locking me out in real time.” Damian stepped closer. “Then stop trying to fight the system.” Victor looked at him. “What.” “Use it.” A pause.

Then jammed. Only one. Father recovered, grabbing a fallen injector from the floor. He drove it straight toward Elias— Victor intercepted. The injector buried into Victor’s side instead. Victor grunted but did not fall. Instead he slammed father into the surgical frame hard enough to bend steel. Father’s face finally showed age. Real age. Breath broken. But still dangerous. Still calculating. The machine voice changed: **TRANSFER LOCKED** **HOST ACTIVE** **MANUAL INITIATION IN 30 SECONDS**

Something colder flickered in his expression. “This isn’t finished.” Alexander stepped forward once. “It is.” Marcus and the security team moved in from the perimeter. Victor didn’t resist immediately. He just looked at Amelia. Then the children. Then finally Alexander. “You didn’t choose,” Victor said quietly. Alexander’s voice was final. “I did.” A beat. “I chose all of them.” Victor was taken into custody without further resistance. The tension didn’t vanish immediately. It lingered. Like smoke after fire. Amelia held the children tightly, her breathing uneven.

"The contract just expired." Jane felt a cold pulse in her chest. She didn't move her finger. "He’s behind the steel in ten seconds. Give me the word or give me a reason." "The reason is on your wrist," the broker said. "Check the screen." Jane looked down. The text was green and bright. "The account is locked," Jane said. "Victor is broke," the broker said. "The banks froze him out ten minutes ago. He has nothing left to pay with. Not even for his own life."

Even now, after everything else tonight, that detail still bothered him most. Before I could respond, Morris approached us through the chaos with two officers following close behind him. His clothes were soaked from the rain, and exhaustion showed clearly across his face now that the immediate danger had passed. “The building is secure,” he reported firmly. “Most of Victor’s men were taken alive, but a few escaped through the dock exits before we locked the perimeter.” Dylan nodded once, his expression immediately sharpening again at the update. “Victor?” he asked. Morris exhaled heavily. “In custody. Medical team’s looking at his shoulder before transport.”

“Lockdown.” Metal doors slammed down around them, sealing every exit with heavy, final thuds. Dominic’s voice cut through the chaos. “Victor!” Victor’s face had gone pale. “Full containment protocol. And” He swallowed. “Purge sequence initiated.” Scarlett’s breath caught. “What kind of purge?” Victor met her eyes, grim as death. “The kind that wipes everything in ten minutes.” The screens pulsed violently. A final overlay appeared in cold white text:

“I was going to tell him, but I can’t without the stick. I need proof.” “Understandable.” Victor gave me a nod. “You’ll lose Marvin, but Panther will also lose Marvin.” He concluded. “It’ll only give us an advantage.” At least I was able to persuade him. “So now what?” “Now we wait on—“ Our phones went off simultaneously and by the smirk on his face, I could tell—we had both received the same text from Victoria. Victoria: I got it!

My team was holding their ground, but the enemy was relentless. With a quick, practiced motion, I slipped into Harrington’s private vault room. The grand display cases of diamonds glittered under the dim lighting, but my focus was immediately drawn to the fierce struggle happening in the center. Viktoh was locked in combat with one of Dmitri’s powerful henchmen, their movements brutal and precise.

Lucian looked toward Victor. “Because he just put all of us in the same room.” Victor slowly closed the door behind them. Locking it. Then he spoke calmly. “Now that the family is reunited…” His eyes hardened. “…we can finally settle this war.” Cliffhanger.