Victorious Opposite Novels & Stories

His absolute commitment to whatever came next. We'd won. Against impossible odds. Against overwhelming power. Against a monster who thought he was untouchable. We'd won. And now we had to figure out what came after victory.

Beth said beside me. "Yeah, I thought he was going to attack me when you showed up." I said. "Scums like him don't belong in our school. Not even on this earth!" Beth fumes. She was really angry. That is what I like about her, she would say whatever comes to her mouth and she don't take liking to people like Nate. That is how she and I became friends back in freshman year. I was being picked on because of the braces I used to wear and she was the one to save me from this girl who used to bully me. We became best friends ever since.

Angela was lost in her head. Victory was sweet, it left a lingering taste on your tongue, it makes you forget everything else, makes you blind to your enemy's counter-offensive response. Everyone else would be fooled by victory’s sweet lingering taste but not her. She had been a victim of it in the past, she had relished her victory so much that she was oblivious to her enemy's attack and her victory had been spoiled almost as soon as it got to her hand. So she had to learn, the hard way and learn she did.

"You can't really blame her for being lucky and unlucky you know. You can only twist her fate if you want to. All you need is to be calm and confident, you can do anything you want." Patty palmed her face, "I don't understand why she is just so lucky. All I want is to be a queen but I don't see myself anywhere near that yet. Sia is nothing but a low rank wolf yet fate seems to always be on her side. Why didn't the moon goddess just make me an Omega to complete my bad luck." Larry shook his head, he understands his sister's frustration. But making that kind of wish would not be in her favor at all. Sia is naturally lucky, her only bad luck is the fact that sge shifted to an Omega wolf.

"Tim, let's get straight to the point. Push Miss Violet here." Tim stretched out his long arms and remained unmoved. "Did you drink too much? Are you drunk? What are you thinking? With me here, don't even think about touching her!" Victor sneered. "Are you still reluctant to admit defeat at this time?" Tim felt funny and said, "Ha? Where do you get your confidence? Do you really think that you can win me? Look, she is with me now!" "Really?" Victor retorted, "Don't forget, it's just a drill, not a competition. As long as I leave a mark on you by the rules, I win!"

Then she reached the tap and turn it off only to return back where she was standing few seconds back. “Don’t be, it’s not completely your fault.” Damien tried to calm her who was so guilt ridden for her action. “You didn’t see me standing. Anyways, I’m Adan’s best friend… Damien Sokolov…its nice meeting you… ummm.” He scratched the back of his neck shuffling in his mind. “We met before, remember.” Damien gave her warm smile. Clearly the man was badly beaten by her beauty but naïve Micaela failed to see it.

Our adversary lay on the ground, defeated and at our mercy. But instead of delivering a fatal blow, Victor showed mercy—an act that spoke volumes of his character, his strength, and his capacity for forgiveness. He stood tall, his gaze unwavering. "You have lost," Victor declared, his voice steady and firm. "This ends here." With those words, we walked away, leaving our enemy behind, defeated but alive. We chose not to let vengeance consume us, to rise above the darkness that had threatened to tear us apart. And as we stepped out into the light, hand in hand, I knew that together, we had conquered not just our enemy but also the demons of Victor's past.

With such mobility, the moment will come when they will overwhelm him with superior numbers, crush him with numbers, and then tear him apart. A dull melancholy stirred in his mind, but there was no time to think about his own fate. A wall of pale blue, twisted figures hissed into a vise, outstretched hands began to grab at her clothes. Vic brushed away those to the left and in front, drawing deep stripes on their bodies, he had to turn around to the rest. From behind, they pulled on the shirt, there was a crack of tearing fabric, almost immediately hard, some very sharp fingers grabbed at the neck, cut the skin and pulled it towards themselves, depriving the already shaky balance. Vic realiz

Victor remained steadfast, gritting his teeth against the discomfort, refusing to yield to his opponent's relentless assault. The rooftop battleground crackled with tension as Victor, growing dissatisfied with the prolonged battle, felt a gnawing frustration. He had initially believed that taking down the masked man would be a simple task, but Danial's resilience and skill had proven to be formidable obstacles. Determined to bring the fight to an end, Victor decided to unleash his final move.

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!"